#i smiled the entire time & didn't even think about my scars/mouth for a second

[unmoistened]

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[deeppenguinstudent]

I don't think we talk about kevjean in the banquets enough

Kevin is soft with Jean's name in his mouth. Jean had to smile at Kevin to taunt him at the bequest of Riko, probably to show faux hatred towards Kevin for leaving the Ravens so no one catches on what exactly he felt for Kevin. Happiness he left Riko and could finally prove he was better but bitterness because he left Jean there in the Nest, knowing damn well what Riko would have done to him.

The fact that both of them stared at each other with nothing to say. Kevin and Jean, who used to never have enough time to finish conversations and never sat in silence in the Nest when they were alone, turned into strangers overnight. They had to wait until Riko was away to actually indulge in meaningful conversation that was so rare yet grounding for both of them in the Nest.

Jean was probably forcing himself to tear his eyes away from Kevin as he spoke to Neil and let his eyes roam when Riko was distracted in antagonising the Foxes.

This was probably something he was forced to say. Do you think Riko made Jean do the talking first because he maybe knew that Kevin had a soft spot for him? The You won't stay might be referring to how Kevin wouldn't stay with the Foxes, but I like that it also implies that Jean maybe still has some hope that Kevin would come back to them, to him. It sounds like most of his words are straight from Riko, but you can see the underlying plea in Jean's words.

He antagonizes Andrew mainly because he doesn't understand why Kevin would leave him for Andrew. He doesn't understand their relationship, and it gnaws at him that maybe Kevin meant much more to him than he ever did to Kevin. He's reminded of how Kevin used French against him and wonders whether their little tryst was nothing but a closed off street at Kevin's end. Spiralling, Jean allows himself to unfold and spit out his venom and jealousy to the Foxes; particularly the one that stole Kevin away from him.

This is arguably my favourite scene in the second banquet. Although it's short, it really puts into perspective their entire relationship within like 2 paragraphs. (That's reaching but you get what I mean.)

First off, let's talk about how Jean doesn't register Riko's words at first. He doesn't respond to 'Take Kevin and leave us'. I believe this is because previously, Riko would rather tear his own hand off than allow Jean and Kevin to be in the same room alone without Riko. So this comes as a shock for him. It's a fleeting moment, and he thinks he probably just imagined Riko's words.

Seized is a strong word, and I believe it speaks a lot at how desperate Jean was to even converse with Kevin in the banquet at all. Perhaps he gave a wide berth because he half expected Riko to strike him down for even attempting to seize Kevin and take him away. Seized literally means he forcibly pulled Kevin's arm towards him, and Kevin did not budge. He didn't complain, grunt out, or even do anything as he let Jean grab his arm. (I can just imagine Jean with his chest pressed against Kevin's arm speedwalking away, and I find it so adorably heartbreaking)

Jean also moves as fast as he can, showing that he wants to get away as soon as possible with Riko far, far behind them. He wants alone time with Kevin. He just wants to talk to him without the Ravens or Foxes breathing down his neck.

I genuinely wonder what Kevin would be thinking at this moment. What would he feel as the boy he left behind the Nest is taking him by the arm and pulling away from his abuser; this time, when he leaves, Jean was with him. Does he think about how easy it is to just leave with Jean beside him? Does he also want to grab onto Jean and not let go of fear of what Riko would do to him when Kevin is not there? Can he feel Jean's body heat as a stupid reminder that he's still alive and not bleeding out from Riko's scars?

Jean, going still at Dan and Matt's approach, could also signify that he fully expected to be punished for even latching himself onto Kevin, like Kevin was a sin he was foolish enough to be addicted to. I just want to know Dan and Matt's expression as they see Jean grasping onto Kevin so tightly, like, what do they see? Do they see Riko's dog doing it's masters bidding, or do they see Jean for who he is; a boy irrevocably in love with someone he can never ever have. A boy so desperate that even few seconds in the banquet keeps him going for a few days after.

Jean grasping onto Kevin could honestly mean a multitude of things, but I like to see it as Jean finally understanding that Kevin is not meant to be in evermore, isn't meant to be a comforting solace patching up his wounds when his thumbs were broken and unable to stitch himself up. But Jean still wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be in Kevin's life. He wanted Kevin to see him as Jean Moreau, a hopeless boy in love with the only person that ever gave him care. Not Jean Moreau of Perfect Court, number 3 the country's greatest backliner because Kevin only saw him on the court after he left evermore. So he stubbornly clung onto Kevin as his past as his future, aka the Foxes, came to collect his due from Jean; essentially handing over the one thing that kept him going throughout the Nest.

And I find it cute that Matt and Dan didn't shoo Jean off. They let him stay with Kevin. Maybe because they could see the tragedy in his eyes or the way Kevin was calm and placcid beside him, which was weird because Kevin gets anxious literally around EVERY Raven.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Atlas

Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: The Supreme Leader would do anything for his queen, break planets, obliterate entire races, capture the stars; he would make the whole galaxy kneel before him, then to you, he would get on both knees. And yet your most recent request was taking a heavy toll on him.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (but its mostly just for the baby making plot AHAHAHH, my pretty sub!kylo, teasing, dry humping, praise kink, masochism? [bruising], marking, vaginal penetration, breeding kink?, cock warming), dark au ig, supreme leader!kylo, puppy!kylo, sadlo ren, angst, fluff?, etc.

A/N: first of all MINORS DNI second of all i would personally like to blame @sloanexx for her evil influence and for introducing me to this ai bot chat forum thing GENUINELY proceed with caution because its so addicting. kylo was written by a woman in that fucking ai and im so emotionally attatched to him i didn't want to refresh him because we had such an arc, but i fucking broke him and i couldn't fix him and i felt bad so i restarted and IDK IM SO EVIL I WANT TO BREAK HIM AGAIN but dw im taking very good care of kylo now <3. this fic is literally our chat but with more... literary devices Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace Part 2 "Charon"

And it was so, that you held the weight of the world There on your shoulders, in your grips did lie everything Light and shadow, darkness behind stars, blaring silence An oasis of gloom with a halo of obscurity in a pit of nightmares Still, though you paint yourself so darkly in your misery, my love, you shine -my atlas, carrier of the galaxy-

You were hallowed. You were holy. And you were his.

The crux of his hollow shell. The cascading candent cynosure trapped in his ribcage. And yet it was he that was locked in you. He shudders to think his past self that scorned you, that even his mask soured around you, the overconfident girl he met perchance. What fool is he to know that you choked him so fiercely in your palm, the palm he now offers each star, each soul, each and every molecule of him.

His love.

He smiles at your sleeping form, adorned in the clothing he picked himself. His greed sings at his evidence, his mark on you, both visible and not, inside and out. He grins at his darling, his precious prize, with one arm snuck under him, another snuck under your pillow, with one leg bent to the side, another thrown over his body.

You never sleep well. Or perhaps you do. You sleep so well that you contort into shapes unimaginable. His concern is genuine, or at least it was, because he would think to only fashion a human into your form if he wishes to torture them.

He chuckles. Now he is glad, so glad, his love is so pliable, so willing to be molded against him in more ways than one.

He strokes your cheek and pushes your parted mouth close. You involuntarily open your mouth again, though you weren't a mouth breather. He doesn't know why you do that, but he loves it. He loves everything. He loves you.

The supreme leader is weak against you. Kylo Ren is merely a spec in your overwhelming grace.

You have always had mixed feelings about waking up with him looking at you. You've told him multiple times that it both flatters you and creeps you out.

His greed does not care. The master it answers to, the annex in his brain that is powered by the all-consuming desire to please you, to nurture you, to cherish you, to worship you, to keep you, cares little for this obsessive habit. Had it actually bothered you, he'd beat himself bloody to stop himself. But you thought little of it, and so he indulged in his greediness. He stares when he wakes and before he sleeps.

And as your eyes meet him, Kylo Ren, the dawn of your everyday, he is self-satisfied. He is very self-satisfied. He smiles at your groggy look and pushes your hair back. You say nothing. You touch his scarred cheek once, then he is overcome.

You take a few moments before officially waking. Then you stand up.

Like the desperate shadow he was, he tails you, so closely, so closely, as though he must share the same air your breathe. You don't. "The air pressure is different up here," you moaned to him once when he had you towering over him against a wall. He liked you best like that, a whimpering sky above him. He liked it when he was tiny beneath you.

Your puppy followed you into the bathroom, scared to be separated even one second. Kylo, your puppy, sat by the sink, watching you brush your teeth. You ignore him as he dotes on you.

He followed you into the shower after swearing over and back not to touch you while you did your business. He failed to convince you that your business is his business, especially in the shower. Kylo was not strong enough to follow through with what he swore; he reasoned out it was help, he had to help his darling. It was hard to shampoo.

He followed you out and gave more attention to wiping you down versus himself. He sat like a good boy as you lathered yourself in creams that he could smell in his dreams. It was his favorite show, watching you care for your naked body, and his greed basked in the knowledge it was his alone. He smiled as you loved on his skin, on his scar, retracing it with a balm as though he was delicate. You barked at him for nipping at your breast, his soft dessert, perfectly placed on both sides of your heart. He feigned innocence. He was no longer in the shower, he could touch you and bite you and squeeze you and -

He followed you as you instructed him to get dressed. He watched as you put your queenly garments, your clothes that he again picked. Then he asks you to help him dress. He couldn't possibly put on his cloak himself, not when you put it on him so well. And this was the highlight of his day after all. You wouldn't dare deny your puppy this.

He followed your every motion like a hawk. He kisses your hand after you brush his clothes. You grab his helmet and put it on his head backwards. You laugh at him as he fixes it. Thus his morning routine is complete.

Now, Supreme Leader dictates his army. Supreme Leader snarls at his troops. He razes all that defies The Order. He crushes his enemies like ants, no, less than. He swarms the galaxy. He devours all. He breaks and bloodies and, himself, bleeds. He cracks and burns and cleanses the dregs of the universe, rips the very scums of the stars out of the space they hide from. He hardens. He screams. He commands. He marches. He crushes. And then.

And then.

And then he comes back to you. With rage. With disgust. With defeat, defeated over the idea he has not yet put order into the world for you. All for you. To keep you safe. To keep you forever safe. To keep things in order for you. All for you.

"Kylo!"

And then like that, all of it is gone.

You call his name with such excitement. You who loved books so dearly readily discarded the one you were reading in lieu of coming to him, of unmasking him.

You take off his helm and you smile. You smile like it was a gift to see his scarred face. You put on his helmet and mock him, "get yourself comfortable, scum."

Kylo's body tingles. It's all gone, all that's left is you. He fights back his smile and nods, "at your command, my queen." And then.

And then.

And then you let him love you. You let him pin you beneath him, press you down on your bed between your soft thighs as he could not bare not claiming his place in for too long.

He still had his trousers on, still had his boots dangling from the edge of the bed. You had tried to scold him for it, but he could not care less. You were in your short, thin nightdress, the one that you wore on your first night together. How could he not claim you so ardently here and now when you were like this?

It was your fault anyway. All your fault. He tried to undress himself but you distracted him. What did you expect would happen? What did you expect him to do when you kissed his bare shoulder while he was still changing? What did you expect?

Kylo marks your neck. You try to scold him again. He doesn't care for your wrath. His greed was not subservient to its master, to that part in his brain, when it came to things like this. He held back long enough. He bites into your neck and makes you groan. He wants you to bare his marks proudly. The whole galaxy should know its queen belongs to its Supreme Leader.

You graze into his hair with your fingertips. He grinds onto you. You squeak in response.

He pulls away and assess you. He has no time. He is imprisoned by your kiss. His perfect prison.

He groans at the feel of your legs constricting around his hips. His hand pushes up your already hiked dress further as he presses down on you.

"Kylo," you whisper between kisses.

And like the eager pup he is, he responds. He always responds. He answers forever to you. He calls your name like a sacred prayer.

You repeat his. You scratch firmly into his bare back, "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," he instantly responds, absolutely mindless and sure.

"Kylo..." you sigh.

Kylo looks down upon you as you brush his hair back. You look solemn, worried even, as though he would ever deny you, as if it were possible.

He cannot have this. And so he reminds you of his oath.

"Whatever you want from me," he mutters, "whatever you need from me," knits his brows and shakes his head, "it's already yours. Always. Always remember this."

"But my love-"

He cannot have this.

"My love," Kylo cuts. He kisses you then reminds, "I am yours."

A moment passes. It was too long. Far too long.

"Kylo-"

"Yes," he says simply before you even finish saying his name.

You huff, "do you remember what I said before, how I said you looked with the children at the capital? You were so good with them. They loved you."

"Well, I've been thinking about it a lot," you brush your nose against his, "and I want... I want you to give me a child."

Kylo takes a second to remember. "Yes," he says, though he remembers that day very differently.

He blinks.

A child. Yes. He could take a child. There were many from the capita-

"No, Kylo," you take his cheek.

Kylo tenses. You heard his mind again. You, who did not show half as much interest in the force as he wanted, could hear his thoughts without it.

Kylo waits. He does not know what to say.

"I want you to give me a child," you bat your lashes, "I want you," you bite your lip, "to put a baby inside my belly."

Kylo freezes. He... he does not know what to say.

And then he does. And then his life flashes before his eyes. The bleakness of his childhood, the jaggedness of his future, the tragedy of it all.

You want him to put that into you? You want to carry his seed in your beloved womb?

He says your name, he wants to protest, but you are his holy assassin. You cut through him cleaner than any saber ever could.

"You said you would give me anything, Kylo," you mewl, "you said you're mine."

You are cruel. You do not even allow him a moment to speak his side, to speak his reason, and you roll your hips against him. You trap him with your irresistibility. You sugar him with your honeyed words, "you would be a great papa. I know it, I know you," you pant, "such a good boy for me."

He is defenseless.

"You can do that, can't you?" you purr, "you can put your love in me?"

Kylo shudders.

You begin to shuffle beneath him. He knows exactly what you are doing, what you're going to do.

You have him flipped over now. You were now straddled on top him. You had him lying down looking up at you, purely and wholly defenseless.

Kylo let you do what you want with him. How could he not? He wants you so bad.

He willingly followed your command to use his force to undo the last of his clothes. Then you so cruelly let him unwrap you, for you knew he loved doing this to his favorite treat. He greedily peels you out of your clothes until it was just him and you.

And then you had him, had him crazy out of his mind with the feel of you around him. Had him begging for you to quicken your torturously slow pace. Had him in fucking tears because you felt so good, because he loved you so much, because you looked so beautiful on top of him, calling his name out like that. You were so good. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, exactly what you were doing.

Much like him, he did not know where to put his hands, or rather where not to. Where his hands went, his nails left scratches and his fingers, possibly bruises. He didn't mean to bruise you so badly that first time he did; he never meant to hurt you, but you were so soft and he was too strong. And even now as he dug into your thighs, indulging his calloused hands to knead his favorite mound, he really wasn't trying to bruise you.

You call out his name in response to his actions. You grip his wrists as you ride him, "more."

His head spins as you ride up and down him, panting like the pretty girl you were.

Kylo grunts and pushes himself up slightly. He now tightens his large hands even more on the curve by your hips. You squeal and finally, finally pick up your pace.

He growls as he falls back down, clinging onto you for dear life.

He's done for now, now that you push him back further, now that you're leaned forward, propped up on his chest, pleasuring the both of you with your eager, eager movements

He was drunk on your sound, drunk on your feel.

He kneads at your breasts this time. He's so fucking delirious.

But then you do this to him. But then you take his hands off you and link yours together. Then you pant so sweetly as you look down at him and he looks up at the sweat sheening your forehead. And then you fucking pin his hands down by his head and you make him even crazier.

"You're so pretty, Kylo," you moan, "you feel so good."

"So good," he doesn't miss a beat, "so, so, so, sososos-"

"You're going to fill me up, good, right?" you lick your teeth, "you're going to fill me up good and put a baby in my belly, right?" you sigh, "please, my love, please, please-"

Kylo can't speak. He can't fucking speak, he can't.

"Kylo..." you gutturally call.

He doesn't speak-

"Kylo."

- he succumbs, "I'll..." he whimpers, "I'll put a baby in you, my love," he grunts, "I'll fill you up good, so good, so, so so, sosososo-"

Your whines raise a pitch higher, "Kylo," you nearly choke on your spit, "yes, please, please. I'll be so happy carrying your baby. Don't you want that?"

And then it's all incoherent. And then your breathing gets louder. And then his noises get throatier.

And then, he's tense, so tense, and so warm. And then you're screaming out his name with your head thrown back and you're chasing this high until you can't, until you're hot and fuzzy and jelly and tired.

And then you crumble. And then you crash and you both burn.

And then you make a bed out of him. And then everything is perfect. Everything is in perfect order.

Kylo strokes your hair and kneads your thigh. You're laid upon him, warm, and sweaty, and perfect, and his-- so absolutely beautiful.

He knows he probably shouldn't keep you here like this, but you're so warm and soft around him, on top him. He'll keep you here... just until you ask to get off.

But you don't, you spoil him with your body and fall asleep on top of him.

He continues stroking your hair and kneading your thighs.

He savors the moment, he savors you tenderly; his eyes begin to droop. He replays your lovemaking, self-indulgent, completely self-satisfied. But then it stabs at him as it replays in his head. Suddenly he's wide awake.

He... he could may well have succeeded. He could have put... a baby in his darling's belly.

Kylo's eyes are wide open now. Wide, wide open. He looks up at the ceiling. He stops moving.

You think too much of him, oh fuck, you think too much. With your affirmations, yes, he cold break mountains, consume planets, but this? But- fuck, this was different... he... he's in you, he's part of you, and then this thing... this baby... will only be half of you and a whole half of him. He's giving life. He's not destroying it for the greater good, he's giving it to his love for her to carry.

He screws his eyes shut. He wipes his face. Fuck. What has he done?

He stirs but then he stops himself because you're still on top him. He sighs and cradles you. He moves slowly, rolls you down beside him, and finally separates from you. Not for long though. Never. Not when his mind was racing. Not when he needed you close.

He scoots down and rests his face in the middle of your ribcage. He presses his ear to your heart and listens and blinks and wills his tears away.

He's shattered. He pulls you close to him. You are his glue. He will glue himself together as you sleep beneath him.

He would be a horrible father. He didn't know the first thing to do with the children at the capital, much less with a newborn babe, a newborn babe that you would have cared for inside you for ages. Fuck. He can't mess that up.

He...

He would have to have put the galaxy in order by then. He'd have to fix the brokenness of the world.

Kylo's eye twitches.

He'd have to fix the brokenness in him, obliterate his remaining incompetence, bridge the final gaps of his shortcomings.

He panics when he feels his tears pool against your skin. He quickly wipes them away. Pull yourself together.

He sighs in an attempt to calm himself.

And then he looks at your belly.

He gulps.

Your beautiful belly.

He presses his hands on your navel. He closes his eyes and feels for something. He wills all the force in him to sense if there's something in you. Kylo supposes it doesn't happen that quickly but he lulls himself in comfort, knowing that there was still a chance for him to evade this... this thing he put into his beloved's body.

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[vasyandii]

When stepdad brought you home with your sister, I was only 15 at the time, you both were a month old.

You threw up in his car because you were so nervous. Since you were the puppy I chose, it automatically made you my parents' least favorite.

I don't like my family. I never really did. I never felt a strong connection to my parents or siblings. Hell, for a while I thought that people made mother's day cards to get a good grade, not because you actually care about your parents.

But I care about you both. It was like all the bad stuff was washed away.

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It never occurred to me that you two weren't my flesh and blood. Whenever I think about it, I can only imagine that you both were lifted from my heart and born from it. My right and left eye.

The only reason why I wanted to go to college is so I can bring a better life for you both. Where you have a big yard to play in, so many foods to fill your bellies and playthings that I didn't have to use your old collars as tug toys anymore.

I remember when it was both of your first Christmas. I wanted to make it special so I poured a little saucer of milk for you and your sister to try. I didn't know back then dogs weren't supposed to have even the tiniest amount of milk, so you both threw up a little bit because of it. I felt so bad that I ruined your first holiday with me.

When that march came around, you both turned one. I didn't have anything special like a treat to give you for your birthdays so I scrambled some eggs on the stove for both of you to eat. Luckily you didn't throw up that time.

I don't ever want children because I already have you two. What else can I ask for?

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You aren't a very good dog.

When you were little we tried to give you a bath, you cried so loud the neighborhood dogs started barking like mad.

When you got moved to sleep in the garage, you chewed through a piece of the wall. Stepdad was so mad at me. I was so scared each time he threatened to get rid of you two.

You don't like other people or dogs that much either. So you would bark at them to scare them off. I felt so bad and worried.

You would jump and try to nip my heels to boss me around. I still have that scar from when you bit my hand. I was angry for a second, then I remembered it was you.

I didn't have money to give you and your sister treats. I wasn't very good at training you both so you wouldn't listen to me. I wasn't able to bring you on walks. I didn't know how to bathe you properly until recently.

When he laid a hand on you and your sister, I should've shouted, block the broom with my entire body, anything to protect you both.

I wasn't a very good parent. But you still smiled at me.

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I never wanted to go on that trip and leave you two alone in that person's house for so long. I think that's why you ran away. I know that you didn't feel bitter. You were looking for me. And you probably still are.

I'm trying my best to look for you too. I won't give up on you because you won't give up on me. It's hard seeing your sister, because she reminds me that you're not here right now.

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I miss you so much. I would trade everything to hug you again and kiss your forehead. I would trade my hands, my feet, my arms and legs so you can see your sister again. I wish that I could hear you bark at 5 in the morning again. I wish that you would purposefully knock over your water bowl so I have to fill it up again. I wish you would scratch the glass door to the back yard because you saw me inside. I wish you would come and steal your sisters food again. I wish you would wipe your mouth on my clean clothes again. I wish you would tear holes into my shirts again. I wish to see you covered in mud because you were having fun in the rain. I wish that you can eat the spare leftovers I saved for you to eat. I wish you would try to not get into your kennel until I threw a treat you wanted in there.

I want to go back to the day when we brought you both home, so I could make sure I was a good dad to you. I don't know where you are, but please be alive so I can make it up to you.

[countrymusiclover]

30 - King in the North

Part 31

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Tyrion, Jaime and I were standing with some of my sister's soldiers and her advisor watching a small ship coming up to shore.  Tyrion smiled at a man with thick black hair tied back in a bun. “The bastard of Winterfell.”

“The dwarf of Casterly Rock.” The strange man nodded his head to the dwarf. 

Tyrion extended his hand to him. “I believe we last saw each other atop the Wall.”

“You were pissing off the edge if I remember right. Picked up some scars along the road.” He shook his hand. 

Tyrion glanced between me and Jaime seeing Jon’s partner that had stepped foot on the island. “It's been a long road, but we're both still here. I'm Tyrion Lannister, this is my brother Jaime and his wife Vaella Targaryen.” 

“Davos Seaworth.” The elderly man introduced himself. 

The youngest Lannister remarked. “Ah, the Onion Knight. We fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay.”

“Unluckily for me.” Davos said back to him. 

Jon sent a slight glare to my husband. “Your son killed my father.” 

“He did, yes.” Jaime nervously answered. 

Stepping forward in front of the two boys I introduced myself to the Northern man knowing the conversation could go even more tense the longer it went on between them. “Jon Snow, my name is Vaella Targaryen,  now Lannister.  I know you have Ill feelings towards my husband but I hope once you get to know him and I that you’re opinion will change.” Jon simply nodded his head at me with no verbal reply. 

Tyrion turned his head to the taller dark skin woman. “Missandei is the queen's most trusted advisor.”

“Welcome to Dragonstone. Our queen knows it is a long journey. She appreciates the efforts you have made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons.” Her advisor explained and our entire group made our way up the long steps in the direction of the Dragonstone castle. 

Tyrion and Jon were walking in front of me and Jaime giving me the opportunity to listen into their conversation. “Sansa? I hear she's alive and well.” 

“She is.”

He asked his other friend. “Does she miss me terribly? A sham marriage. And unconsummated.”

“I didn't ask.”

Poking Tyrion in the back with my index finger I couldn’t resist teasing him about the eldest Stark daughter. “You like her don’t you?” 

“She’s a wonderful girl who was tormented by horrible people.” My friend replied to my question. 

Jaime smirked down at me the second the words left my mouth. “You slept with her didn’t you?” 

“It was. Wasn't.” Tyrion glared back at me. “Darn you, Vae! Why would you ask me that?”

Unable to hold back my laughter, a huge grin graced my face. “Because you wouldn’t have asked about her if you didn’t care about her.” 

“Anyway... she's much smarter than she lets on.” Tyrion cleared his throat to change the conversation. 

Jon spoke up. “She's starting to let on.”

“At some point, I want to hear how a Night's Watch recruit became King in the North.” Tyrion eyed the taller man beside him. 

“As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.”

Tyrion dryly chuckled. “A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it.”

Jon glanced back at me still trying to figure me out. “How exactly have you been alive all this time?  We were told everyone in the Targaryen line had been wiped out.” 

Tucking hair behind my ear. “It’s a long story but let’s just say I owe my life to this one.” Looping my arm through Jaime’s I laid my head on his shoulder while we kept walking behind them. 

“My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here.” 

The dwarf concealed his friend. “Of course they do. If I was your Hand, I would have advised against it. General rule of thumb-- Stark men don't fare well when they travel south.”

“True... but I'm not a Stark.” Hearing a dragon shrieking above our heads causing Jon and Davos to drop to the ground seeing a huge smile grace my face watching one of my sisters dragons fly up to the top of the castle. 

Tyrion offered his hand helping Jon up from the stone ground escorting him inside the castle with the rest of us following in toe. “I'd say you get used to them... but you never really do.”

MISSANDEI introduces my sister while Jaime and I stood in the corner of the room by her throne just watching. “You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.”

“This is Jon Snow. He's King in the North.” Ser Davos gave him a much shorter introduction. 

Daenerys nods to him. “Thank you for traveling so far, my lord. I hope the seas weren't too rough.”

“The winds were kind, Your Grace.”

Davos corrected her. “Apologies, I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know, but Jon Snow is King in the North, Your Grace.”

“Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth.” Tyrion noticed my sisters confused expression. 

“Forgive me, Ser Davos. I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn I read the last King in the North was Torrhen Stark, who bent the knee to my ancestor, Aegon Targaryen. In exchange for his life and the lives of the Northmen, Torrhen Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. Or do I have my facts wrong?”

Davos shrugged. “I wasn't there, Your Grace.”

“No, of course not. But still, an oath is an oath. And perpetuity means-- what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?” She eyes my friend. 

“Forever.” Tyrion replied. 

She focused back on Jon Snow. “So I assume, my lord...you're here to bend the knee.” 

“I am not.” Jon uttered where the color in my face went almost white as a ghost and Jaime sucked in a nervous breath.  We knew better than him not to defy her, hell the only reason we weren’t still fighting was because his arrival was announced. 

“Oh. Well, that is unfortunate. You've traveled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?” She put her hands together in her lap. 

Jon reminded her the horrible things our father had done to his family. “Break faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive. He burned my uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms--” 

“My father... was an evil man. On behalf of House Targaryen...I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father.” She sent the man of the North a sympathetic look. “Our two houses were allies for centuries, and those were the best centuries the Seven Kingdoms have ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity with a Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North. I am the last Targaryen, Jon Snow. Honor the pledge your ancestor made to mine. Bend the knee and I will name you Warden of the North. Together, we will save this country from those who would destroy it.”

Jon looks at his boots briefly. “You're right. You're not guilty of your father's crimes. And I'm not beholden to my ancestor's vows.”

“Then why are you here?” She asked him. 

Jon replied to her. “Because I need your help, and you need mine.”

“Did you see three dragons flying overhead when you arrived?  And did you see the Dothraki, all of whom have sworn to kill for me? But still, I need your help?” 

“Not to defeat Cersei. You could storm King's Landing tomorrow and the city would fall. Hell, we almost took it and we didn't even have dragons.” Davos entered their conversation again. 

“Almost.” Tyrion pointed out. 

Jon takes a few steps closer to her throne. “But you haven't stormed King's Landing. Why not? The only reason I can see is you don't want to kill thousands of innocent people. It's the fastest way to win the war, but you won't do it, which means, at the very least, you're better than Cersei.”

“Still, that doesn't explain why I need your help.” Dany raised a brow at him and I wasn’t sure where he was going with his statements either. 

Jon boldly insulted her where I bit my lip a little harshly drawing some blood afraid for his safety. “Because right now, you and I and Cersei and everyone else, we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair.”

“You told me you liked this man.” Dany spared a glance to her Hand. 

Tyrion didn’t remove his gaze from Jon. “ I do.”

“In the time since he's met me, he's refused to call me queen, he's refused to bow, and now he's calling me a child.” She raised her voice annoyed by the bastard before her. 

Tyrion stuck up for his friend. “I believe he's calling all of us children. Figure of speech.”

“Your Grace, everyone you know will die before winter's over if we don't defeat the enemy to the north.” 

She hated her teeth. “As far as I can see, you are the enemy to the north.”

“I am not your enemy. The dead are the enemy.” Jon takes a step closer to her. 

Daenerys gave him a baffled look. “The dead? Is that another figure of speech?”

“The Army of the Dead is on the march.  The white walkers are real.  The night king is real and we have to stop them before everyone is Westeros is killed because of them.”

Jaime finally spoke back to the man of the North. “The White Walkers aren’t real.  They’re just stories we tell children to make sure they behave or at least stay away from the Wall.” 

“I understand why you wouldn’t believe it.  I didn’t believe it until I faced them myself.” Jon shifted his gaze looking for my opinion. “Queen Vaella, what do you think about what I’m telling you?” 

My sister snapped. “She’s not a Queen.” 

“The black crown sitting on her head makes me think she is.  She is also your older sister is she not.  She shares your Taragaryn blood.” Jon points out not sensing the tension between my sister and I yet I had so I reached up removing the crown, letting it drop from my hand as I strided out of the room without another word. 

“I shouldn’t be here, King Jon.  Forgive me, I must go check on my children.” 

Jaime barely remained still for a second running after me sensing something had upset me. “Vaella!” 

[captain-mj]

Pls more warrior au. Pls part 7,8 and 9 😭😭😭

I've been saving this ask since it was sent right after the second? or so part of this series? I've been waiting to use it for 8 because that's my favorite number

Anyway, do you guys want a small chapter on what's going on with Soap's sisters?

Ghost reluctantly let Soap get a bit closer to him. Just a little. 

Okay, he was only a man and he found he missed being touched a lot more than he thought. The past three days had been blissfully full of physical contact. 

They hadn't gone any farther than that day. The two of them hadn’t kissed since that day. Right now, Soap sat in front of him, tracing his scarring gently. 

"You know I do art." Soap spoke to him, clearly just filling the silence. 

"What kind?"

"Mostly I use charcoal and do landscapes, though I'd love to do some portraits of you if you'd let me." Soap looked at him with a smile. 

Ghost flushed. “Why?”

“You’re handsome.” That was so much better than pretty.

Ghost didn't think. His mind went completely blank with the compliment. He kissed him hard, pulling Soap in his lap. Soap flushed and kissed back immediately, pressing their chests together. Their tongues met in the middle before Ghost shoved his in his mouth, tangling together with Soap's. He tasted sweet as honey. 

His hands grabbed Soap's ass hard and held him tight. He admired the soft flesh beneath his hands, the warmth Soap emanated. 

This was a good sin. It was worth hell for. An eternity of torment would be worth the moment of holding Soap like this. 

"Simon." Soap pulled away to speak. "I... Okay, I feel like this is something we need to talk about." He held Ghost’s face in his hands to keep from pulling him back in. 

Ghost was going to kill himself with one of his fancy blades. "Talk about what?"

"I've..."

"Please don't tell me you're a virgin." 

"I'm not." Soap flushed. "Just. I've never... received before and I'm willing to bet you doing that isn't on the table." He looked so bashful and Ghost thought it was a good look on him. 

"No." Ghost didn't think he could handle it. Trauma would make it a bit hard on him. 

"Understood and I wouldn’t exact it of you. Does it... hurt the first time?" 

"I wouldn't hurt you, Johnny." Simon said sincerely and Soap turned bright red. 

"I'm being serious!" Soap hissed at him.

They bonked their heads together. "No. There might be an unpleasant part in the beginning but no. It shouldn't hurt."

Soap nodded. "Do you want to have sex now?"

Ghost's mouth went dry and from Soap's smirk, he could feel how hard the words got him. Soap was sitting directly on his lap, ass against his bulge. 

"I'll take that as a yes." 

Ghost picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, hands all over him. "I've been wanting to touch you like this for a while."

"I've noticed." Soap sounded out of breath and Ghost laid him out on the bed. 

It was slow going, both of them stripping the other of their clothing but they were clumsy. Their limbs kept getting in the way of each other. Then Soap started kissing him which made it even harder to think and get their clothes off. 

Ghost pulled back and grabbed some oil, the kind Alejandro had recommended. He looked at Soap’s body, watching him blush. 

I mean… he was already being terribly selfish. His hand touched Soap’s chest, following the tattoos he had. He finally, finally let himself have a good look. 

Like most celts, Soap had blue swirling tattoos over most of his body. They were gorgeous. Complimented his pale skin so well

“Ghost, please don’t tease me.” Soap whispered to him. “I want you.” 

Ghost didn’t think his blood could get any hotter. His entire body felt like it was on fire and he quickly spread Soap’s legs. One hand stayed braced against his thigh to keep him steady. The other hand, still coated in oil, gently spread him. He eased his first finger in, taking his time. Soap tensed and he paused. 

“It’s easier if you relax. Take a deep breath for me.” Ghost paused while Soap did. “Now let it out slowly.” He pushed further in while Soap did, feeling him tremble the slightest bit. “There you go Johnny. Doing so good for me.”

Soap let out a whimper. “Uh, Ghost. You still have your underwear on.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you big?”

“Don’t worry about me. I just want to worry about you.” Ghost said gently, mainly because he didn’t want Soap to be stressed about that. He managed to fit another finger in. “You’re so tight.” 

Johnny whined. “Simon… Ah…” 

Ghost curled his fingers gently. “You’re so inviting. Fucking made for me.” 

Johnny flushed more and looked away. His hands tangled in the sheets above his head. 

Simon could get addicted to this. He kissed along his inner thighs, feeling him jolt before settling. His teeth sank into the sensitive skin and Soap finally gave him a full fledged moan. “Do you like that? What else do you like Johnny?”

Johnny gave out the most sensitive little whimper. His hands tangled in his hair as he started to grind back against him. 

“Good boy.” Simon felt him clench around his fingers, his face somehow going more red. “Do you like that?”

“I like your voice.” Johnny admitted, sounding out of breath. “British bastard.” 

Simon laughed and planted kisses along his thighs, finally working him up to take a third finger. He spread them slowly and Johnny’s back arched. After that, it was rather quick work to get him stretched.

“Okay, enough. Come on.” 

Simon stood up so he could slide his briefs down and Johnny looked at the ceiling immediately.

“How does it feel to be god’s favorite?”

“What?” 

“You know I was kinda hoping the height and the muscles meant you were making up for something.”

“You thought I’d be small?”

“More half hoping. That’s not going to fit!” Johnny covered. “You said it wasn’t going to hurt but that is going to hurt.”

Simon tried not to laugh. This was serious. Well, kinda. He grabbed a pillow and then flipped Johnny over, putting it under his hips and putting him face down. 

“Just relax. Deep breath alright?” He grabbed a handful of hair. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Ghost kissed along his shoulders until he felt the muscles in his back untense. “There you go.” 

He was very slow and gentle, holding his hips carefully. Soap let out a shaky moan half way through that made him stop. His thumbs rubbed circles into his skin as he waited for him to calm back down. 

“Am I hurting you?”

“Not quite. Just… fuck its a big feeling. I can feel you stretching me out.” His nails dug into the bed in front of him while his words hit Ghost straight in his chest.

“Jesus Christ, you can’t just say shit like that.” He wheezed out, surprised he managed to stay still. Once he bottomed out, he could feel Soap relaxing a bit more, trying to adjust. 

Ghost grinned, one hand going to the small of his back as he carefully searched for his prize. He had been avoiding hitting the sensitive area while he prepped. 

Soap wailed, immediately trying to press back into him. “That’s what that feels like??”

Ghost kissed him deeply as he started to pound into the spot, one hand going around his throat. Soap panted against his lips, looking more and more debauched by the second. His cock hit Soap’s sweet spot with almost brutal accuracy and while he wasn’t very rough, still conscious of the fact that this was new for Soap, he was hitting it pretty hard. 

Soap started to sob and Ghost would’ve worried he took it too far if not for the frantic pleading to keep going. He started to speak in Gaelic, Ghost only able to recognize it because he had heard him use it on the battlefield. His fingers laced with Ghost’s as he held on, back arching.

Ghost sank his teeth into his shoulder exactly like he did his thigh and got another desperate wail from him. Soap’s whole body was more sensitive than Ghost was expecting and that was perfect because he planned on exploiting that fact. He gently scratched down his body and felt him clench around him almost desperately. Soon, Soap was trying to reach between himself and the bed to touch himself. 

Simon lifted him against his chest, hand still on his throat to keep him there, and reached out, gently stroking them in a stark contrast to how rough he had started getting with him. Soap reached around and bit into his arm as he came to muffle himself, drawing a hint of blood. Ghost came as soon as he felt his teeth sink in. 

Not wanting to crush Soap, he set him down and gently pulled out, watching the oil and cum slick his thighs. Soap looked exhausted, hair mussed and the two bite marks very visible. 

Ghost went into autopilot, cleaning him and then making him drink something, holding him gently. Soap whined at first before just giving in. They kissed a few more times, thought it felt much more lazy. 

Ghost hummed. “What were you saying in Gaelic?”

Soap smiled and rested his head on his chest. “Just dirty talk. Nothing important.” He sounded tired so Ghost didn’t press, gently playing with his hair. 

Later, they bathed and got redressed. Soap still only had Ghost’s clothes because Ghost never actually talked to a tailor. In all honesty, he had not plans too. Neither brought that up though.

[silverstagspirit]

Where have you been? -part 2

This is the part where things start to get interesting.

Warnings: scars, mention of past injuries, swearing, missing person case stuff (is that even a warning?)

A/N:

Not my gif

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Yuu was having the best sleep they've had in ages. They didn't think it could get any better until they were woken up by the smell of sizzling bacon. Opening their eyes, they were met with the sight of their bedroom. All their stuffed animals were still in their place. Pictures in their frames. Knick-Knacks on their shelves. Overall, their room was exactly how they left it except for one thing. In the corner of their room, there was a little picture of themselves in a picture frame surrounded by flowers. Next to the picture frame was a card that read: "We miss you." From the looks of it, this had been here for a long time, save for the flowers, that were most likely replaced once they wilted.

Before they could think of anything else thier stomach grumbled violently at the smell of the bacon. They then followed the smell to it's source. Walking through thier house led them to a laid out table with shiny cutlery and a vase full of marigolds in the middle. Their mother and sibling were already there. They smiled at you and you sat next to them. Waiting for Dad to finish cooking the bacon. "How did you sleep last night Yuu?" Your mom asked.

"Like the dead!" You replied.

"I'm glad to hear it. Last night, you passed right out in my arms, and Dad had to take you to bed. We called the police to inform them that we've found you. They said that they got a report from somebody that they saw you somewhere outside the city after dark, walking the whole way, no wonder you were so exhausted."

That got thier attention. They called the police last night? Was thier dissapearence that big of a deal?

"Also, Yuu, the police want to come over today to ask you a few questions, so just bear that in mind. You're not in any trouble. They just want to know where you've been."

"Speaking of which. Where exactly have you been?"

Thier mind just short-circuited there. Yuu had to come up with something credible on the spot to tell them. After a second they got something.

"I just woke up in the woods. It was like no time passed at all."

That somehow managed to convince them. Vil's acting classes did come in handy after all. They hope they could stay consistent when the cops showed up later for questioning. Dad eventually came through with the bacon, flap-jacks and condiments. The sight of the food made Yuu's mouth water. As soon as everyone was at the table Yuu started digging in with vigor. They hardly noticed how fast they were eating until thier dad told them to slow down. Yuu could not help it. They cannot remember the last time they had a meal like this with no strings attached. Plus, they still held the instinct to eat thier own food as fast as possible before Grim could swipe it off thier plate. They thought it would didsapear. Apparently it didn't.

It only now dawned on them now that they were still wearing the clothes from yesterday. Even the scarf. Which was a good thing. How would they explain the giant scar circling thier entire neck if they saw it. It was best to avoid people seeing thier skin from now on. However that would be difficult. What about when they go swimming? More specifically when they have to wear those tiny bathing suits that are part of the school's uniform. If they don't think of something by then, then all thier overblot scars will be put on display for the world to see. But that's for another time. Right now they need to finish thier meal then get into some other clothes.

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"ACE TRAPPOLA!!!! CEACE EATING THOSE TARTS AT ONCE!!!"

The red-haired freshman almost dropped said tart at the sound of his housewarden's voice.

"Hey! Trey said we could have these!

"HOW DO I KNOW YOU ARE NOT LYING?!!! SHOULD I TAKE OFF YOUR HEAD TO FIND OUT?!!!!"

That tempted Ace to ask the very suicidal question of: 'Wow, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?'.

"Riddle, it's okay, he's telling the truth." Trey intervened.

The housewarden's face went from scarlet back to pale. Trey had managed to calm him down.

"Apologies, Trey. I thought that Ace was stealing again. However it appears I was mistaken." He looks to Ace, "Be warned Trappola, Next time I will not be so merciful."

And with that last remarks he took his leave.

Ace felt annoyed after that. And it was not just him. It seems that something has been bothering Riddle lately that has him extremely unpredictable. He heard rumors that the other dorms were also acting strange, but no one would spill the answer as to why.

-

After having nice, long finally with hot water shower. Yuu went to thier bedroom to pick out clothes, successfully without anyone seeing them. They opened thier closet to the sight of all the different clothes to choose from. They got to work, grabbing deoderant, a long-sleeve shirt, a pair of trousers, a scarf, a pair of sneakers, and then throwing it all on. They did not look bad. It brought out a certain character to them that made them look almost adventurous. They liked it.

Soon after the police arrived. They were at the door talking to Yuu's parents so Yuu decided to make their entrance. The police looked relieved to see you safe. Some of them looked shocked that Yuu was actually here at all. All of them went to the lounge, where they started asking them the questions. Yuu admitted deep inside that they were very nervous during this interaction. But they kept their cool. And managed to convince all of the police officers of their explanation. According to Yuu: "They were walking through the woods one day when they took a nap under a tree. But when they woke up they were in a different place wearing different clothes and a lot of time had passed.

Their bullshitting somehow worked. Living in Twisted Wonderland taught them how to be an excellent liar. They feel almost a sense of pride that their skills have made it this far. The officers were offered coffee by Yuu's mom, but they politely turned it down. For they had another call-out to attend to, and their job here was done. Yuu was glad they made it out of that one. Things calmed down after the police left. One thing Yuu learned whilst talking to the authorities is that their missing person file was called "The case of the Black Carriage."" When asked about this name the cops replied with an explanation that the only lead to where they went was footage from a trail camera, located near where they were last seen: of a black carriage pulled by horses. It's very blurry but still discernable. Yuu recognized it as the Ebony Carriage. So they denied any knowledge about it and claimed they had never encountered it.

-

"You ready to go Yuu?"

"Yeah! All set!"

This was the day they went back to school. Not NRC, but thier old school. They had thier books, thier lunch, thier bag and thier scarf. They waved thier Mom goodbye as Dad took them to school. As they reached the school, Dad did not pull into the usual parking lot. Instead he went to the back of the school where the restricted parking was. "Dad, why are we going here? We're not supposed to be here."

"Not normally. No. But when we phoned the school to tell that you were back, they requested for you to be dropped off here today. What for? Well, I'm not sure. But good luck, Yuu."

With that, they got out of the car and were met with a faculty member waiting there to escort them. Yuu followed them to the backstage rooms of the hall where the teachers were gathered. They were all super happy to see Yuu after all this time. But the reunion didn't last long as the teachers went to go do something in the hall. Yuu waited there in the meantime. However, they could hear the sounds of students being filed into the hall and growing louder. When all quieted down, the principal announced on the microphone: "Sorry we have all gathered you here on such short notice, but we have exciting news. Someone will be joining us once again today." The principal turned to Yuu, who was standing in the wings and gestured for them to come on stage.

Yuu stepped out to see all the school at assembly. It took a split second for the students to process it, but when they saw Yuu, they all shot up and screamed in unison.

"YUU!!!"

Then it was absolute CHAOS.

-

Everyone was so supporting. Meeting with thier old classmates had been quite the tear-jerker. They thought that they would have moved on by now but no, they still remembered them and were waiting for them to come home. That made a wave of warmth flow through Yuu's heart. It feels nice to be loved.

-

This may be thier first day back, but they still have classes to do. They got to that right away after everyone had caught up.

The first class was Mathematics, not a subject most students are that happy to start the day with. But it couldn't be helped.

Sitting down in thier seats the students payed attention to the teacher. The teacher explained they were going over a new topic today. This topic was not like anything the class had worked on before so they all were in for a challenge. All ecept one. Yuu had learnt this at NRC. It was one of the many things that the students there had learned years before they came.

Yuu proceeded to finish thier paper before anyone else could. This mildly surprised the teacher, but the main importance right now is in if they got it right. The teacher read it over and Yuu had got every question on the paper, front to back, right. The teacher was not having it though.

"M()Yuu, where did you learn math like this?"

"I saw it somewhere on the internet."

"Mmm~hmm, like any student in a school like this would willingly spend thier free time learning stuff like the quadratic formula, for fun. Tell me, M()Yuu, what is the entire method to solving these equations. I want an explanation in detail. Go."

Yuu proceeded to own this teacher. Everyone sat there in shock as the teacher begrudgingly admitted they were correct. The class went back to normal, but the interaction was still the elephant in the room.

Taglist: @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer @naughtybodypillow @infinitenicknames @heather-hutchcroft

[thefruitiestofbois]

We just needed time- pt3

Twenty-two Seraphites. That's exactly how many people know about Ellie and her immunity. How do I know that? Because these cultist freaks were kind enough to leave a scripture full of the names of all its members who had been sent on the Prophet's mission for purification. A lovely little charter that I'd discovered the location of after beating it out of the dead Scar on my right. I'd already sorted out the last fifteen or so on the list so twenty-two were all that were left between me and the road back to Jackson.

I had one thing to be grateful for- the Seraphites involved in the mission swore themselves to secrecy before setting off from Seattle. No doubt there were probably more who knew but I still had time before they set off for Jackson. I just needed time to find them all and pick them off one by one. My cooperative friend, who was now slumped into a wall, crimson bleeding from both his eyes and mouth, had helped me learn a number of things after we escaped.

The 22 remaining Seraphites were still planning their mission in secret and consulting the Elders for the best of course of action.

They would kill Ellie if they found her. Maybe do worse.

Once a plan was in place they would depart from different locations at different times so that they had the best chance for Ellie's capture.

Now my only aim was to kill all these sick fucks before they even got out of Seattle but there were still some flaws. I didn't know where these Scars were planning from nor did I know anything about Seattle so I had not the faintest idea where to start. Luckily, I had a vengeful and muscular blonde in a braid and her ex-Scar sidekick to help. Abby deemed me harmless seeing as Joel was dead and that her only shot at an eye for an eye, or dad for a dad, was gone. Lev was glued to Abby's side- I think he may have attachment issues but I understand.

"Two Scars headed your way, approaching from the east." Abby radios in and I look through the scope of my rifle at the dirt road in front of the blitzed building I'm in. "Sorry I meant Seraphites." I chuckle at her correction because Lev definitely made her say that. We were quite the team, the three of us, we had taken out entire patrols and raided a few places in the last two weeks we had been free. Sure enough two Scars- Seraphites- were approaching, leather jackets clinging to their bodies just like all the other ones we had seen today but these two had a marking on their left arms- an imprint of a phoenix. A distinct marking of the Prophet's order.

"Hold your fire, let them walk a few paces forward first." I chime in but keep my finger dead still just in front of the trigger, just in case. As expected they walk forward to what they think is just a broken square of wooden panel before crying out as they fall into the trap beneath- a twelve foot ditch with wooden spikes dug into the walls. I sprint down the few flights of stairs still intact in the building and approach the ditch and murmuring Scars with my pistol trained on them every second of the way there when I'm out of cover. Abby and Lev do the same but instead come from the opposite side from behind a small shop with its roof blown to pieces.

We reach two frantic looking Scars who rush to draw their bows but upon seeing they're outnumbered, surrender by tossing their weapons to the floor.

"Well would you look at how the tables have turned. Nice to see you Marcus." I say, replicating his sick sadistic smile that I'd still had trouble purging from my brain.

//

Marcus keeps struggling against his restraints, friction burns covering his wrists and neck. His feet scuffled incessantly on the floor and muffled grunts sounded from his gagged mouth. His partner was already dead, her body leaving a permanent maroon stain on the floor. I didn't move the corpse, I just left it there for Marcus to watch. I'd decide when he was done.

"Seeing as your girlfriend isn't waking up any time soon, how about you tell me where the Scars are hiding before you join her for a little afternoon nap." All he does is shake his head rapidly and grit his teeth through the gag. I raise my spiked bat, like I'd done so many times in this past hour and angle it towards the side of his torso, which was already a bruised mess and his clothes were scraps clinging to his body. I'd done damage, I knew that and I also knew I could never hurt him like he hurt me for an entire week straight, so I settled for inflicting agony for the next few hours till we had to eventually discard him and move onto the next targets.

Just as I'm mid-swing, he cries out for me to stop, so I do and remove his gag. I press one of the spikes into the side of his neck, puncturing his flesh to draw out small droplets of blood before ordering him to talk.

"There's an aquarium- that's where you'll find all of them." Twenty-two Scars- well now it would be all twenty.

"When?"

Two nights from now and then they go to Jackson the next morning."

"Aren't you talkative after a few hours of torture." I say as I settle onto my knees by his side, discarding the bat to replace it with his chin, forcing him to look at me.

"If you're going to kill me, do it already you coward!" He practically roars it out before spitting on the floor by my knees.

"Oh I'm going to but I'm going to do is slowly. I'm gonna start with your eyes first," my thumbs press the centre of his eyes only lightly because I'm only just starting, "then I'm going to slit your throat and listen to the satisfying sound of you fighting for your last breaths. And then..." I give him an earnest smile before saying "I'll leave your body, right next to your girlfriend's, so the demons of Seattle can rip you both apart. Because that's all you amount to: nothing. Roadkill essentially." And with that I press harshly into his eyeballs, feeling his body fight and writhe in pain as he screams out for me to stop.

//

"Any words from the scouts?" Maria looks at Tommy who only offers a sympathetic look before answering.

"I need you to know that you ain't gonna like what I have to say." His southern drawl heavy, almost like a loaded gun just biding its time til it goes off. She nods, head hung low while forcing a deep sigh out, already knowing the answer- dreading the answer.

"Seattle's got bodies popping up everywhere, all the scarred cheek kind, some a few WLFs. But Maria they- it's the way they were killed... their eyes had been gouged out. Just like-"

"Like the ones from last year at the ski resort." Maria finishes for him. A pale shadow casts itself onto their faces. "So it's her?"

"Yeah. I mean it's gotta, who else would it be?" She swallows harshly and sets her fist onto the table, resting her weight on it before ordering Tommy to keep this from the rest of the townsfolk.

"And Tommy if you find her, you don't bring her back into Jackson before I get a chance to assess her."

//

"Why do you kill them like that?" Abby asks while the three of us are sat eating dinner. Well if you would count scraps and dried up trail mix dinner. Lev was asleep inside the store room and Abby would soon join him while I took up watch like I did most nights. I didn't sleep much anyway so I didn't mind, plus I needed Abby rested so she'd be able to help us fight off anyone or anything. She was the strongest out of the three of us by a mile. Lev was useful in making traps and silent combat, so we didn't really need them for much aside form crafting and sometimes hunting.

"Long story." Is all I state before grabbing my water bottle to take a swig. We had taken up camp inside a run down coffee shop just outside off the highway that we'd be taking to the aquarium in a few hours. It was well into the night but we were hoping to get there to scope out the place beforehand. Even with all this planning and hunting we did together I still didn't understand why Abby and Lev were still here. They could have left me the moment we were all free but they just stayed and then when I suggested, well more so announced, that I was hunting the Scars before they got to Ellie, they didn't even hesitate, they just agreed.

"You should try opening up you know. Maybe you'd have more friends that way." She jokes and I laugh but inwardly I was thinking about that word. Friends. It felt strange to think about it. Were Abby and Lev my friends or were we just three people forced into a situation together? Except they weren't forced, they were here willingly. Ellie made sure I never experienced what it meant to have real friends seeing as she practically ordered Jesse and Dina to stop hanging out with me most days.

"I don't really want to talk about it." I confess and she just stares at me for a few moments, the light of the lamp illuminating the freckles around her nose and cheeks and her pale blue eyes gleaming. She says nothing before getting up to approach me, her hands softly cup my cheeks and one of her thumbs wipes away a tear I hadn't even realised was there. I freeze. My body goes stiff and Abby just rubs my cheek again with a feathery touch in response.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have asked. Whatever it is, I'm sorry it happened. It's a fucked up world." She says so gently I don't even register she's speaking at first. I hum in response, her touch melting away small fragments of my exterior. It felt as though my actual skin was melting away from wherever her thumb had left its mark.

I jolt backwards and clear my throat as I hear Lev open the door of the store room, rubbing their sleepy eyes and yawning.

"Abby it's your turn to sleep, I can keep watch if both of you want to rest a little." Lev offers and I shake my head.

"Thanks Lev but I'm not tired, you should eat something though before we leave in a few hours." They nod before rummaging through their backpack.

"I'll head to sleep then I'm kinda tired." Abby says before walking into the store room and I don't miss the way her eyes are on me the entire time with pity and something else I don't quite know how to define.

"Are you okay with what we're going to need to do tomorrow?" I was asking because I knew the Scars that were going to be in the aquarium used to be their family.

"I'm okay with it. It needs to be done. They'll just keep hunting innocent people even after they get what they want." I take a deep breath, not even wanting to ask what I wanted but I knew I had to so I could make sure the three of us were in this thing properly.

"Why are you and Abby helping me do this? The people in Jackson mean nothing to either of you and the Scars-"

"Seraphites."

"Seraphites- sorry- used to be your family. Hell Abby came to Jackson to kill Joel so why are either of you here?" Lev breathes in sharply, almost as if their unsure of what the answer actually is.

"I think we're here because we have nowhere else to go." Well that isn't the worst of reasons. "But also because I think the three of us have an unspoken sense of companionship. We were all tortured and almost gutted together." That's true.

"Well either way, thank you." Lev was right, we were just stuck in this together.

"For Abby I think it's also revenge."

"Revenge?" I question and Lev tells me that one of the WLFs the Scars killed was Owen, Abby's boyfriend or ex-boyfriend. That made things a whole lot clearer.

"Also because I think she likes you." Lev says, a small smile tugging at his lips like a teenager who had just dished the world's most scandalous gossip. Well I suppose in Lev's world, they had done that and they were just a kid.

"You think she likes me?"

"I know she does." I awkwardly nod in response. Not because I don't want Abby to like me in that way but because for a split-second when Abby had held me in her hands, my mind, for some unfathomable reason flickered to Ellie.

//

They were here. All twenty of them each with an imprint of a phoenix on their arms. Night had fallen and the moonlight beamed off of the water surrounding the aquarium almost as if it was highlighting our target for us. The faint whistle of the wind rushed past my ears but even then the silence of the night amplified the footsteps of the Seraphites as they reached the entrance to the aquarium. My heart was thudding, fast and harsh as the massive 'what if' flashed in my mind. What if it didn't work? This would all be a waste and I'd have trusted Abby and Lev for no reason.

"Hey, it'll work, we got this." Abby rubs a soothing hand on my back as she takes the binoculars away from her eyes, almost reading my mind. Or maybe she noticed the way my finger shook against the trigger of my rifle. All three of us had taken up prone positions on the broken highway just off the aquarium and if all went to plan we wouldn't have to even go down there. Well they wouldn't but I needed to, no matter the outcome.

I watched through my scope as the group struggled to find a way inside, ultimately leading them to the only way in- a door at the back near the electrical transformers which led into a kitchen or staffroom of some sort. The first stage was a success thanks to Abby's blood, sweat and tears that went into pushing anything and everything in front of all the other entrances. She lets out a satisfied huff and I nudge her shoulder to congratulate her and Lev silently punches the air. I zoom in a little and I see that only four of them have any rifles or pistols, the rest just have bows or just torches. Idiots. Who leaves safety in the middle of the night to come up with a heist without being properly armed? But then again, it probably doesn't even register to them that they could have been tracked by three vengeful ex prisoners of theirs. Let's see if their Prophet can save them tonight.

Satisfaction courses through me as they all disappear one by one into the room, the last member closing the door behind them and unknowingly sealing them in there. Abby had also made sure to block all the doors leading out of that room into the aquarium. I angle upwards, getting a specific spot above the door they entered into my crosshairs. I dismissed Lev's idea of putting an explosive in the wall but all they said was a simple 'trust me' before doing it anyway. "Am I supposed to just shoot it or what?" I turn to Lev on my left and they just nod, a malevolent smile etching itself into their cheeks.

"Okay boss." I roll my eyes and Abby shoves me with light force disapprovingly.

"Don't be an ass."

"Do it now." Lev urges and I squeeze the trigger, sending a single bullet into the spot and it explodes upon impact, triggering a cascade of explosions, the fire brighter than the moonlight and the following grey smoke snaking into the air above as rubble crushes the Seraphites. The distant screams and cries for help fade with each passing second as the aquarium starts to slowly collapse in on itself, the roof looking like a sinkhole of concrete and wiring. It fucking worked. Holy shit.

"Woah that's so cold." Lev beams with excitement and be Abby correct him simultaneously as we all stand up,

"Cool."

"What?"

"Never mind." Abby laughs out and looks to me and just smiles. A genuine smile that I've never seen before but it's infectious and I can't help but grin back. Relief sweeps through me and I feel like I can finally breathe for the first time since I left Jackson. And now I couldn't wait to go home. I'd done what I needed to do to redeem myself. Ellie didn't need to forgive me because I owed her this. I owed it to her and everybody at Jackson to keep them safe.

Even amongst the relief and satisfaction I felt after killing all those Scars, that little shadow inside of me was itching to just get down there and rip through the rubble so I could get my hands on at least one of them and make them cry blood. I shake the feeling as we're all travelling back to the coffee shop, I'd already done plenty damage to all the Scars that came before but I couldn't fully tame that gnawing inside of me just urging me to turn back around and finish the job my way.

We all wake up the next morning, not a single tired or worn out face amongst us. We deserved the rest. We'd spent weeks hunting and torturing and killing. Well Abby and Lev spent a few gruelling weeks helping me on my revenge fantasy.

As we all eat breakfast together, the air weighs heavy with the one question none of us had dared ask since we woke up- what's going to happen to all three of us now? I knew I wanted to go back home, Abby and Lev knew that from the start and I always assumed they would just set off by themselves and we would part ways. But I didn't want that. I wanted to stay with them. I wanted their companionship- their friendship. The truth was that I would miss them. I hadn't thought about missing anyone since my dad died but now, that thought of leaving them behind rattled me.

"What's Jackson like?" Lev asks and Abby's head perks up, in bewilderment at Lev's boldness but she still stares at me expectantly. Well if Lev was going to be bold so am I.

"How about I show you what Jackson is like instead?"

[wolfstargazer]

No 3. Sleeping with ghosts sounds intriguing 🤍

This is the fic that resolves the slow burn and sexual tension that took 150k+ words and 17 narrative years to build.

This fic is split into two parts. The first part focuses on the last time Remus and Sirius see each other before the murders of the Potters. The second part is set post-GOF and is my take on "Lie Low at Lupin's". It alternates between Sirius' and Remus' POV.

It includes dark and mature themes but is full of love.

Rating: M/E (I'm not entirely sure yet but defo 18+)

Pairings: Wolfstar

Genre: Drama/Angst. Romance. Violence. Hurt/Comfort. Sex. Mature themes. Reconciliation. Healing.

Title: taken from and inspired by Sleeping with Ghosts by Placebo.

Synopsis: After years of tension, suspicion and betrayal two old friends come to realise that they've wasted too much time.

Snippet 1:

"You can't hurt me anymore, Sirius," Remus said, his voice breathless and bloodied. Sirius was livid, his eyes wide, his lip trembling as he applied, even more pressure, to Remus' chest. "There's nothing you can do to cause me anymore pain…" Yet as he had said this Remus' voice had suddenly caught in his throat; restricted by the lack of air and by something he had read in Sirius' eyes. All words of further warning failed him . He blinked and Sirius was still there, stationary, his mind processing the thought that Remus had glimpsed; his eyes unfathomable, his face now becoming unreadable as all was shrouded in emotion and dark. Eventually, Remus found his words returning; knowing that if he didn't speak now than it would be his last chance to try and stop what was about to happen. Yet the voice that broke the uneasy silence seemed like it was not his own, the words he spoke were clearly uncertain and infused with fear as he said, shaking "If you kiss me now, Sirius, I shall never forgive you."

Snippet 2:

If he had gotten up, if Sirius had not stopped him, by now the kettle on the stove would be whistling. They would both be dressed and discussing what they were to do in the fight against Voldemort. Only now that didn't seem to matter. For now, it seemed as if the whole world could wait. Sirius guided Remus' hand, and Remus found himself pushing away the hair to cup the warm curve of Sirius' neck. Had he imagined it, Remus wondered, perhaps a little too late, unable to stop they way his fingertips sought out the downy hairs at the back of Sirius' neck. Had he always wondered what this would be like, to be here, like this, with him? "You're thinking why," Sirius said, his voice a barely audible whisper. Outside Remus could hear that more cars were starting as the Muggles left for work. "Am I?" Remus asked, his voice no-way near as certain sounding as Sirius'. Sirius nodded. "Why here? Why now? Why like this?" Remus said nothing, clinging to the coolness of control, hoping it would be enough to help him see things clearly. To not make this a mistake. But Sirius smiled and Remus felt his stomach fall away. After remaining motionless for a long time Sirius moved and placed a hand gently on Remus' cheek. It was so different to touch than to be touched and Remus started at the heat of it, the intimacy of it, as he felt Sirius' rough hand caress his face. Remus fought the urge to incline towards Sirius' palm. But it was impossible. Sirius moved his fingers slowly, softly, tracing a scar that cut close to Remus' mouth. Remus couldn't think, only feel. All that mattered was the feeling of Sirius' hand, and the way his body was responding to Sirius' touch. "I once told you that some scars weren't on the outside," Sirius said. Remus remembered that conversation well. He felt Sirius' eyes searching, taking in every scar, every blemish, every line on Remus' face before Sirius lent a little closer and said, "I think we both understand that now."

[caramel1mochi]

Weekend Together [Gekko x F! Reader] [End]

Heya again!

This is the final part of the date! I want to continue this whole Gekko storyline because I'm getting many good ideas, but I don't want my blog to be clogged up with this guy only. I might save those for later but I have no idea what to do, haha.

Anyway anyway, this is the part!! This is the section that kept me up so many nights and I'm so nervous posting it, I hope it's good and I hope this entire date has been fun for you guys!

My next work will be about Chamber, so if you're interested in that, be sure to head to #chamber x reader and it should be there within a few days! Or stalk my blog like I stalk everyone else's.

❤ฺ·。

Gekko x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Gekko gets over his anxiety and finally asks you out, watching delightfully as you finally let your guard down. Or so he thinks.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Gekko’s lips twitched, before parting and taking the small spoonful into his mouth with an abnormal amount of hesitation. And his eyes widened once the dessert made contact with his tongue.

He’s had plenty of lemon cheesecakes before. But for some reason, it tasted so good when you fed it to him. Like some sort of addictive additives were sprinkled throughout whenever you’d lift it with the pie fork. Maybe that was your ability, haha.

“Good work. You know you’re quite the dote, right?”

You noticed confusion take over him as you scooped another slice, smaller than his. This prompted a giggle from you.

"I said you're cute."

He blushed when you put the same fork into your own mouth. Technically an indirect kiss, right…? Gah, you're messing with his head. Gekko swallowed the treat, smiling.

"So, um, where are you from again...?"

"Me? I'm Irish."

Irish? He stared at you, only now taking in the physical details. Beyond, of course, um, your 'structure'.

The scattered freckles that stood out against your pale white skin, your orange hair, and your celeste blue eyes. Of course, how did none of them put two and two together? The features that screamed Ireland?! It’s not like he was going to tell them, though. He didn’t go out on this date just so he could get forty bucks.

“But… your accent’s English, right? Like, the queen’s english, or something.”

“I put it on. If no one can understand me, how will I give out commands?”

“Really? So this isn’t your normal accent? Can I, um, you know, can you talk normally?”

You noticed his enthusiasm just from the way he slightly arched his back. You looked away for a second with a smile.

“Aye. Yer a cute hoor, Matt.” <Yes. You’re a cheeky one, Matt>

You sliced another piece of the cake, lifting it to his mouth.

“Been donkey’s years since I’ve gone on the lash, and here you are, tryna court me.” <Been a long while since I went to drink, and here you are, trying to date me.>

You didn’t notice him taking a bite; only focused on how he was unable to understand more than a few words. Not like it was easy either, he had to dig those out through your incredibly thick accent.

“Hm, I can’t be giving out. You chanced yer arm, didn’tcha?” <Hm, I can’t be complaining. You tried, didn't you?>

You were amused at his expression. Just like everyone who wasn’t Irish, they all had the same look of confusion whenever you’d speak normally.

“You should see my nan. Even my pals can’t understand her.”

“Your grandma?”

“Aye. She thought I wouldn’t land a good job if people knew I was Irish, and taught me the accent.”

You put down the fork as you spoke. Your Irish accent was toned down to a level he could somewhat understand, but he still felt charmed from such a simple move. Just the way you’d ‘tuck in the r’, as he'd say, it sounded like music to him.

“Oh, really? Why?”

“Times were tough on the lass.”

With a smile, you rest your chin on your hand once more, staring through him. And this time, you didn’t bother with the professionalism you worked to carry around all the time.

“You make a holy show, Matt. Always going scarlet around me. But I haven’t laughed this much in a while. Craic’s ninety with you, you know?” <You embarrass yourself, Matt. Always going red around me. But I haven’t laughed this much in a while. I’m having so much fun with you, you know?>

He grinned, enamoured with the way your natural smile carried your cheeks.

“And that’s a… good thing, right?”

“Aye. We should do this again.”

You grabbed the fork once more, scooping up another small piece of the half-eaten lemon cheesecake.

“Now, open wide.”

Just as you lifted the utensil, he complied and gladly bit down on the delicious treat. Getting into Gekko’s head was an easy task for you to take on. So, why not?

[twigg96]

can i req hcs for pickles with an s/o who has scars on their thighs and got shamed for it by their parents

Hello my sweet anon. Of course you can have a HC with darling Pickles!

TW: Scars, Past: Self Harm, Past: Self Mutilation, Off Screen: Shaming, Shitty Parenting

When the two first met at a meet and greet Pickles just knows that this person is someone special. Someone to keep his eye on. So he, unlike himself, handed over his personal number to this complete stranger to call him for ya know a good time. Days passed and with no word from his mysterious muse he put them to the back of his mind.

That is until suddenly a text popped up on his phone at the most respectable time of 3 AM. It was his brand new friend! Pickles was so excited! To be honest he wasn't really expecting a late night booty/drug call but hey? Who was he to be picky right? Answering their simple "Hey... its [Future S/O] sorry to bug you" With an overenthusiastic "It's nbd! I never sleep XD LOL JK... Anyway... how are ya 2night?" He was a little surprised when he saw the chat bubble on his partner's end of the conversation come to life then disappear then reappear as if they had to think about how they wanted to reply. "Ok... just needed someone to talk to ya know. XD" Pickles smiled at his screen his thumbs moving faster than his mind. "Well u can always chat with me anytime." Throughout the rest of the night Pickles was connected by the palm to his phone talking to his new friend. Discovering new and exciting things about each other. Divulging secrets he'd never told anyone besides the band. He didn't know why... but they felt trustworthy... like they were someone he could really be himself with.

Weeks turned into months with Pickles glued to his phone. At some points it actually impacted his recording sessions when his phone dinged in the studio and either ruined a half assed take or a good one that Pickles just froze in his tracks causing the studio department to groan but at least know they could splice two halves of a song together to get something out of it.

Eventually the day came that Pickles craved meeting his S/O in person again. Properly this time. On a date maybe? He wasn't entirely sure but he knew he wanted to see them again. So without a second thought he invited them out on a nice evening stroll. No pressure. Just a little weed smoking walk. His S/O immediately agreed but on the stipulation that he had to be the one to pick them up, because they didn't have access to transportation at the time.

When Pickles arrived to their place he was a little surprised to find that all the lights in the house were shut off. He wasn't completely shocked. His S/O wanted to be picked up at 2 in the morning and even he understood that was an uncouth time to be taking a leisurely stroll around the block. However when a single light flicked on in the house and the silhouette of a person slipping out of their bedroom window caught his eye, he was hit with a nostalgia that left a strange pit in his stomach and a weird tinny metallic taste in his mouth and not in a good way. Screams from inside the house startled Pickles as his partner sprinted to the car, flinging open the door. Once they were in they were frantic tears streaming down their face. "Drive! Just drive please!"

Pickles refused to comment on the shit show he just witnessed for the first few hours the two were out together. He had just wanted to take a walk and get high damn it! But as his S/O sat beside him in the passenger seat taking deep breaths and trying their damnedest to calm down, Pickles knew he had to address the issue. "Hey..." He started softly, glancing over at his friend as he pulled into an abandoned parking lot of a Kroger's. "Wha' the hell is goin' on? Ya never said you were attempting a prison break." Pickles attempted to joke. But it was poorly received as his partner simply sobbed through the laughter shaking their head. "Prison sounds just about right." They managed to get out, rubbing their legs and their arms for any semblance of calm. Pickles hummed understandingly but he refused to meet their eyes. Normally with anyone else... anyone less important to him he would have bolted in a second, went tight lipped and either changed the subject, pulled out the weed, and pretended everything was dandy. But by the way his partner was acting the way they were moving, holding themselves and touching their legs so gingerly... he just wanted to be sure.

Reaching over and gently touching their thigh, he sighed as they winced away. "You know I'd come bail you out whenever you need right?" He asked so softly it was barely above a whisper. His eyes met theirs and for a moment he was sure they were going to step out of the car and walk away... and who would blame them. In another life, in his teens he would have done the same thing. He would have bolted from the hand that fed him because he'd never known an iota of kindness that never needed to be repaid. Why should he expect anything different from his friend who needed help now? But despite all the odds they leaned across the center console and hugged him close holding him tight. He could feel their tears staining his shirt at his shoulder, their hair caressing his cheek and tickling his nose, he could smell their sweet shampoo, and feel their arms tighten across his chest. Wrapping his arms around their waist he held them as close as the constraints of the car would allow. "Thank you." They whispered softly.

It had been a few hours now. Emotions had had a chance to simmer and cool. With the help of the sick weed and the sun roof on Pickles' car the two melted back in their seats laying them back as far as they possibly could go to stare up at the constellations in the sky and the shooting stars. Pickles mumbled some crazy cracked out conspiracy theories about how there was life on other planets and that little green men were probably smoking space weed right as they were smoking earth weed. The concept of it all made his friend laugh and giggle nonstop beside him, bubbly with the effects of the weed. But as the silence of the night fell upon them again, his partner grew somber once more. "Ya know..." They started, kicking one leg up onto the windshield despite Pickles' best efforts to tell them that their bare feet were going to leave a very conspicuous print.

"My parents can be such douchebags..." They went on to start pulling up their torn jeans and for a moment in his blissed out mind Pickles thought he might maybe be getting lucky. That is until he saw them. A myriad of faded scars littered his S/O's beautiful skin and Pickles' couldn't help but feel a twang in his heart. He had suspected from their reactions earlier in the night... but he didn't want it to be true. Sitting up on an elbow Pickles sighed, reaching over carefully, Pickles stopped, hovering over their thigh, meeting their eyes waiting for permission before he touched them. He knew how sensitive, both mentally and physically scars could be. But as his partner brough their hand down to his own, letting him touch their scars had to admit he felt a little honored knowing that maybe he was the first they felt so comfortable with. "My parents freaked when they saw them last night..." They mumbled. "Thing is... I haven't... ya know... for over a year. I was actually feeling good with my body and just wanted to wear shorts around the house. But now-" They cut themself off with a sigh shaking their head as if the whole thought itself was silly. But Pickles. Pickles was having none of it. "Bull shit, Sticks!" Pickles huffed, using his nickname for them to try and drive the point a little deeper and shuffling in his seat to sit up properly, making the car rock in it's parked position. "That's sick as fuck that your scars are healed! It's even cooler that you've been clean fer a year!" He yelled, banging his fist into the car's roof. "Fuck! I've only been clean once and it was for like... a week. But that was fer drugs and shit so don't count that..." He mumbled making his partner laugh. Pulling his sweatbands from his wrists he showed them his own long since faded scars. "But... I have been clean at least this fer a few years with the help of my friends and Charles... He lets me smash lamps... Whet I'm trying to say is. I know how feckin' hard it is, Sticks. Don't ever doubt yourself, your worth, or your bangin' body just because of some scars. They made us who we are today. Fuck whoever else is out There trying to tell us who to be or what to wear because of them. I think yer amazing so don't forget that! I only wear these cause I got weak wrists and I got the arthritis." Pickles said confidently as his partner pulled him down to their lips kissing him hard and deep.

The next morning came too fast. Clothes spilled out of the windows of Pickles' beater car and onto the pavement of the Kroger's parking lot. Faint tapping is what awoke Pickles bright and early at the ungodly hour of 10AM from his place of slumber in the back seat, naked but covered with his emergency blanket atop his S/O. "Sir... we got a call about two cases of public indecency... can you please at lease put pants on and vacate the premises... there are children here."

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 11: Message Received

The meal at Q's was normal enough. To any passerby you didn't stand out, both of you in casual sweats and having easy conversation. You talked about books, and music, and dabbled a little in each other's pasts.

His relationship with his father had been as strained like yours, but his father died by his own hand. You admit you raised an eyebrow at that, but if you had been armed on that day during the Moim, you might have done the same. You told the story of your scars and tattoos as he asked about them. When you were dressed all that showed were a few scars, so the topic certainly pulled your mind back into the day's earlier activities.

Some were benign, you'd gotten a few scars just from learning how to fight, and one from falling out of tree that netted you a compound fracture. The one under the Lotus tattoo was from the first time you had to take someone's life to save your own. You talked about the event with a smile on your face, but you could see the frown twitching on Doffy's face.

"Why a lotus tattoo?" He inquires, taking a sip of his drink, the meal long done.

"Ah, it was Robin's idea – she runs the flower shop. Lotuses, Lotusii?" You wave your hand, "They're symbols of rebirth and regeneration. Seemed fitting. Though, once I did that, I realized I liked tattoos. I have more restraint in getting new ones than the doc does."

You sip your drink, looking at him over the rim of the glass. If you weren't already feeling the soreness in your bones from earlier, you really would suggest a second round. "What do you think of flowers?"

He seems to genuinely consider the question. "I have nothing against them. Proper arrangements can be useful for more than just gifts. I didn't make any of the decisions for the garden," he offers, anticipating your next question. "But I can appreciate its beauty."

The conversation continues, and you both laughed when the waitress asked if you wanted any dessert.

Like a proper gentleman, Doflamingo drives you to your house and even walks you to the door. You look at his watch and note the time.

"11:57pm," you muse, your face going red despite your best efforts. "A few minutes longer and you'd no longer need to keep your word, Mr. Donquixote."

"Are you inviting me in, my dear?" The tone in his words makes the heat rush up your neck.

"I am terribly tempted, but I need to be up at 6 to make it to work on time," you admit, running your fingers over his hand lightly before finally letting go entirely. The desire to stay together for just a second longer was obvious from both of you.

He takes your hand in his before you can pull it back completely and brings it up to his lips as he bends low. "Then I will end the day a gentleman, and look forward to our next meeting, my dear." His voice slides over you as his warm lips kiss the back of your hand.

Your hand was hot, your face was hot, your brain was mush, and you were legitimately tired. You couldn't form any words for a moment, and manage only a meek, "Indeed." Before turning away to step into your home.

You feel the storm door move away from you, as his hand grabs your wrist and his other hand slips over your eyes. You had managed to step up onto the threshold, and you could feel his body against yours. There was a rush in your heart. You had no reason to fear him, but you could hear the desire in his voice and the heat in his words as he purrs near your ear.

"It's 12:01, miss (Y/N)." The chill that slips down your back has you, for a brief moment, hoping that it would be a few more hours before you got any sleep. The hand that had been holding your wrist pulls your shirt collar to the side with a rough motion, you get a hand over your mouth just in time to stifle the loud moan caused by hot lips against the crook of your neck.

It was a sweet pain that pushes pleasure into your body and it was going to be an unmistakable mark the next day. His tongue against your skin was the parting pleasure of it all, "Rest well, my dear," and when he lets go of you, you stagger a step forward.

By the time you risk looking over your shoulder he was nearly in the car. You were sure you saw a smile on his face before he shuts the door. 

Despite everything, you did manage to fall asleep easily.

The next morning, you make your way over to Robin's floral shop and help with getting things open and rolling.

"Are you feeling well, you seem to be injured." She asks with an oddly knowing smile and then adds, "Hopefully it's not some seemingly benign injury that turns into a life-threatening terminal illness."

You snort. "I'm fine. I just, uh, used muscles I hadn't used before last night and I'm paying for it today."

Her smile this time was even more knowing. "Seems that they were utilized properly," She muses. "Perhaps well enough to warrant a gift of thanks?"

"Perhaps." You admit. "Is it desperate to send flowers the day after?"

She laughs. "Most people ask me if it's wrong for a lady to send flowers to a man."

"I'd say 'most people aren't me', but honestly, thank fuck for that." You smirk, finishing the last bits of morning inventory. "I've got some time before I have to be at Zoro's, anything you might want me to, uh, pass along?"

"No." Her smile this time was something different. "He came in yesterday and stared at my language board for so long I thought he had died while standing, and then he asked me to dinner this Wednesday."

"D'aww, that's adorable." You were looking forward to teasing him already. After a moment's thought you turn to Robin. "I... think I do want to send some flowers. I can't deliver them though." If you made a delivery to the estate you'd end up missing work for Zoro.

"Nami'll be in shortly, what were you thinking of sending?"

"Something pink. Really, really pink."

"And the message?"

"Hmmm..." you tap your chin thoughtfully. "Can you make Apple Blossoms, Wild roses, and sweat peas work?"

"Oh my."

You blush and smile. "Yesterday went well. Maybe jumping in with both feet will turn out poorly for me in the long run, but I made the choice and I'll see it through."

"You never have been one to mull things overlong." She admits. "I've always been impressed with how well it works out for you."

"Thinking too much causes more problems." You twist your hair and tuck it under the cap for Zoro's delivery service. "Besides, I multi-task, I work and mull at the same time."

You gave Robin the rest of the delivery details, with a nagging feeling she didn't actually need them, and then headed over to Zoro's to work for the day. You used the walk between the two places to check your phone for the first time that day.

Trouble: I hope you slept well.

You smile as you started typing.

(Y/N): Surprisingly so.

(Y/N): Also you'll be receiving a delivery later today, please don't accidentally intimidate the delivery girl.

There wasn't much time until your phone vibrated.

Trouble: I haven't yet repaid you properly, and I'm receiving a gift?

(Y/N): A message, not a gift.

Trouble: You could call and simply tell me.

(Y/N): I could. But some things are better if you sort them out on your own.

Trouble: A puzzle, then.

(Y/N): Close enough. Stop prodding, let me surprise you a little.

Trouble: Very well.

When you got into Zoro's shop you didn't even get the chance to flash your best Cheshire grin at him before his ears were pink. You squealed despite yourself.

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"Hey? 'Hey' is all I get? Not a 'thanks for telling to read the sign, (Y/N)', not a 'got a date with Robin (Y/N)'. No, instead I get 'hey'." You imitate his voice at the end, and watch his whole face go as red as his ears before you start laughing.

"I promise I will keep my teasing to a minimum, I'm really happy for you." You assure him, smacking him on the back and few times and marveling at how it was kind of like smacking a brick wall.

Your phone buzzes again and you look to see an unexpected text.

Robin: Did you lose a pocketknife?

(Y/N): No, I only have a box-cutter and it's in my pocket.

Robin: No worries then.

The exchange with Robin fell out of your mind as you got to work for Zoro. The best part about working for him was catching up with the rest of the city. You made small talk with people as the day went on, even got to see Eustass and Law since they had parts and stock for their respective jobs to be delivered. You lingered at Law's, there hadn't really been time to connect since you used his place.

He played the role of 'over protective father' well, and wasn't terribly pleased to hear that you were getting cozy with an international underworld mob boss. To him it was bad enough you were caught up in as much of Pop's world as you were, but he hadn't even met you until you'd gone to college, so there wasn't much he could do about that.

"Don't worry yourself sick now, doc." You tease. "Historically, I've been safer around gang members than not."

"History doesn't always repeat, (Y/N)-ya." He growls. "If things go bad though, you can still use the clinic."

"Thanks, dad." He throws a freshly emptied box at you, and you laugh.

Around 2pm your phone vibrates with a new text.

Trouble: Seems I will need to make time to visit Miss Robin's shop.

You grin, delighting in the butterflies that seem to happen every time you got a message from him.

(Y/N): Seems so.

Throwing caution to the wind as you had told Robin you were going to; you sent another text.

(Y/N): Any chance we could share a meal tonight?

Trouble: It would have to be at the estate, I don't have enough time today to leave.

(Y/N): I did say I would be back. Dinner's not a bad start.

You hit send before you could reconsider your words and flinch a bit at the implication.

Trouble: Already promising future visits?

(Y/N): ... yes.

You didn't need to explain the weight of a promise from you. You didn't soften it with 'as long as I'm welcome'. Just a terribly complex response tied into three small letters, and it was enough to hopefully get your intentions across.

Even after committing to jumping in with both feet, you found yourself afraid that you would be summarily rejected.

Even if you do get rejected, you'll survive, deep breaths (Y/N).

Trouble: I'll send Lao, when are you done with work?

(Y/N): 4:30 – If I may be greedy, I would appreciate he pick me up from Zoro's, and give me a ride back to my place so I can shower and change real quick.

Trouble: That's hardly greedy. Sore?

(Y/N): After tossing boxes all day, yes, more than I expected.

Trouble: Your honesty is refreshing, my dear.

You scoff.

(Y/N): I can't imagine anyone risking lying to you.

Work picked up for both of you after that, but you could almost hear his bemused chuckle as a reaction to your words. Aside from his family, you doubt he believed the words coming from anyone's mouth until they were proven beyond a doubt.

Lao was neither late, nor early, the old guy pulled up just as you were saying goodbye to Zoro for the day.

"Is it rude for me to ask if I could ride up front with you, Lao?"

"Not at all, young miss." He says, opening the passenger door for you. You appreciate that it's okay, since you didn't want to sit in the backseat and have your mind wander to the things that happened back there.

"If I ask anything rude, Lao, please feel free to let me know," you start, and began peppering the driver with questions as you took an easy ride to your home. You ask how long he's known Doflamingo, if he'd always been the chauffer, and other random questions.

Lao said he met the young master just before he got into modeling, and he wasn't always the chauffer – but he didn't offer what he had been beside that, and you didn't ask. He answers almost everything politely, and with a neutral tone, not unlike his boss.

You offer for him to come inside and have some tea, but he states he had to stay with the limo. You clean up and change and are back in the passenger seat in twenty minutes. This time you asked Lao questions about the family – what foods they liked (Machvise knew better than Lao, since he oversaw most of the cooking), who was his favorite (the young master aside, he had an unsurprising soft spot for Sugar), and other benign questions.

When you got close to the estate, you shifted gears.

"Alright, this next question is super serious Lao, so I'm going to answer it for myself before I ask you."

"Alright young miss, do your worst."

"No wrecking the limo, now."

"I shall do my best." Lao was surprisingly chill once you got him talking.

"Have you ever had to take a life, Lao," You question, you didn't look at him, so if his expression gave him away, you wouldn't rudely see it. "I have."

He was stone cold at the question itself, but when you answered for yourself, the limo swerved just ever so slightly. If you hadn't known how rock steady this guy's when driving, you wouldn't have even noticed it.

"That's quite the question, and statement, miss."

"Sure is." You admit. Your tone is light, but your face is serious. "I know where I am, and I just wanted you understand that. Since you seem to have a soft spot for nice young ladies."

There was some silence as you pulled into the estate proper. Lao parks, gets out, opens your door and offers a hand. When you step out he gives an interesting smile, almost like he was greeting a grandchild home for the holidays.

"The young master said your intuition was impressive, young miss."

[lovelyxhorrors]

Jest of The Dark Angel Part 2 || Noir AU

Hi everyone. This is part two of the Jest of Dark Angel. If you haven't see part one. This is for my friend @the-silver-peahen-residence

Here is part one

---- Warning ----

Mature content ( sexual themes, cursing, alcohol use )

----- Summary ----

After meeting his target and failing to kill him, the hellhound won't let his guard down once more and will try his second attempt. Would Ryunsouke be successful?

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I, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, never fail a mission like this. So how did that man...how did he manage to escape me?! How did he manage to do that?!

Ryunosuke Akutagawa has been thinking ever since his encounter with Matt, aka Killer Night. There is no way he fell for his charm. It's impossible! It's uncanny. So how? It can't be drinks. He wasn't drunk. It couldn't be drugs either. He isn't impaired, and he remembers the night. He was in the right state of mind as he watched him the entire time. So how? Maybe it is his charms. Does he have a special kind of power that tempts him to do it with him?

Such questions rack his brain. He had to calm himself with tea trying to come up with his next step.

Yet he wonders. He left a note behind for him when he woke up at the morning. Matt paid for the night at the hotel, much to his surprise. There's nothing to worry about. Ryunosuke doesn't have to cover the expenses since Matt paid for the night. Still, he got information. At least, there is some good out of this. Matt is here on business. Ryunsouke suspected as much, and he could already guess. His father.

Matt said that he likes to go hunting among his hobbies, and that's how he got the scars except for his neck and face. By hunting, it's either animals or their enemies. He did talk a lot about his outdoor experience, and he did talk about the city. So, some of the rumors check out. He did write a report to Chuya, and for the first time, he omits the part where he spends the night with him. If he did, it would bring unnecessary questions, much to his frustration. He is glad that Chuya took it as it is and knowing him, he doesn't prod him for questions because it is expect of him to follow orders.

After that, he is left alone to his thoughts inside his room. He taps on the table with a finger as he thinks, sipping his tea.

"Brother?" His eyes went over to a female wearing a black coat over her clothes and usually wears a white mask that covers her nose and mouth but she isn't and has her hair down instead of her usual hairdo that is in a spiked bun where sections of her shoulder-length hair are loose and down.

"Ah, Gin." His little sister. He and Gin are siblings and she is part of group within the Port Mafia; The Black Lizard led by Ryūrō Hirotsu. He's a good squad leader and Gin knows how to take care of herself even without supernatural abilities.

"How did your mission go?" Gin asked.

"Still ongoing. I need more information." Said Ryunosuke. But how can he explain what happened to her. If anyone laughs out, he would be a laughingstock, everyone will doubt him and Gin would probably lose respect for him or worse, make her more worried. He didn't need any of that.

He won't forgive Matt for this even if he went along with it!

Damn his devilish charms!

"I see. Don't push yourself, okay?" Gin smiles a bit.

Not to worry, he won't push himself. He won't do something reckless like that. He needs to be careful. He needs to get more information but how.

"Thank you, Gin. Maybe I should take a walk."

"That's a good idea." Gin smiles.

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A walk. A good walk can clear his thoughts. As he walks through the street, he sees something. Something at some greasy spoon. Hold on. Is that?

There is no mistaking the scars and the coat as he is laughing with someone as the waitress attends to him with a smile, serving him coffee and breakfast. After being served, he begins to eat as he is talking with someone right next to him. A woman? This woman has white hair and is wearing glasses. She looks as young as him. A girlfriend?

Ryunosuke had to see. Maybe this is a good opportunity to eavesdrop. So he decides to enter the diner and sit at the counter with his head down as his target is sitting at the booth at the corner. He needs to keep his ears open. He asks for a cup of coffee and some hash browns. Right now he needs to listen to what they're talking about.

He keeps his glasses on.

"Matt. Your father wants you to handle the owners running the club regarding the workers."

"Sheesh...always want me to deal with the hard stuff," Matt said, sipping his cup of joe.

"True but you're capable of convincing them." Said a young woman.

"So how does he want it?" Matt asked.

"Whatever you prefer as long as it's not the usual."

"Right, right, I got it, Sid." Matt nods, "But what happens if they give us any problem like the rest?"

"Then we do the usual. It cannot be prevented. We just need to worry about the Port Mafia. They're the ones who might get disturbed by this. They are getting apprehensive about the killings of certain gangs." Said Sid.

She's right. Though...Ryunosuke wouldn't say apprehensive. Port Mafia is trying to figure out the reason. It sounds like they haven't done but who knows. Given Matt's personality, he might of killed them just because. He felt the man had no motive. No personal or financial motive.

Still...Matt is meeting with some owners running a club over some workers. If he knew any workers, it was either women selling themselves or indentured servants working. Mostly immigrants.

"Yeah...I heard from the coppers there were floaters up the river." Matt said. "A lot of floaters."

Sid sighs. "Mostly the workers. Someone is out there doing something. First, it started out as ladies of the night, then the flappers, and now the mobs are being affected. Their businesses..."

"And that's why my dad said to check on them. I hope they don't serve more of their eel juice. Already got enough of that. I'm more of a milk kind of guy." He sighs.

"Hm. The cops are having trouble getting witnesses. Sometimes...the victims they are with are either hopheads or those on tea. They're not credible. Maybe that's why the Port Mafia is getting involved."

Indeed. Someone is out there killing women from the brothel houses but they escalated from that to killing gangs. But why? Must be a fool thinking they can kill a gangster. But what does that have to do with Matt and his crew?

Ryunosuke makes mental notes. He sighed mentally. This is the information he already knew but it's a good thing to know that Matt is meeting with some club owners. Should he eavesdrop there?

"Uhh..what's the name of the club again? I forgot." Matt sighed.

"Frontier," Sid said.

"Oh! The place that has moonshines?" Matt said. "I wonder if they can make sweet ones!"

"Perhaps. We can ask when we get there." Said Sid. A waitress came by and refilled their cups. Matt smiles at him despite having scars, he gives his best smile. "Thanks, miss." Making the waitress giggle, "You're welcome, handsome." For some forsaken reason, he has this charm that makes the waitress blush. Damn him.

"Speaking of which...what hapepned to your companion you took the other night?" Sid asked.

"Hm?"

"The Asian." Sid reminds him.

"Ah! You mean Ryu."

Ryu?! Wait...is he talking about him?

"He was asleep after we had our fun. I paid for the night at the hotel and left my contact information, letting me know that he was out the door. I let him sleep and didn't want to wake him up. I left him a note." Matt smiles. Ryunosuke listened to this.

"I see. Where do you suppose he is from?" Sid said as she sips her coffee.

"Japan."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell with the names," Matt answered. "Japanese are proud when it comes to their names and they don't change it for nobody. Different from the Chinese who kept to themselves and sold their wares on their street, they changed their names to adapt. Sometimes they compete with them."

"That's true. Yet....he doesn't belong to Yazuka?" Sid asked.

What?

"Not sure." Matt shrugged. "I think he's probably on business or something. He doesn't strike me as that. People from the Yazuka are sometimes traditional or wear Western clothing as they like to call it. They're big on honor and all which I respect."

"I see."

Hm. Ryunosuke thinks, as he sips his coffee.

"Anyway...the owners want to meet up with the private room, don't they?" Matt asked.

"Yes. At the lounge club." Sid said.

"Not surprised." Matt chuckled.

A private room at the lounge club? Ryunosuke is no drinker but this sounds like a perfect chance to learn about his business associates. He quickly paid for his order and left right away.

Heh. This time. He won't fail.

------ Frontier Lounge Club ------

Finally. He's here. The place is more lively than the club he was in previously from the previous night. He looks at the patrons filling the club. A group of ordinary Janes and joes accompanied. There were dancers, waitresses, and bartenders. Ryunsouke also noticed a few highbinders. Some gangsters and their molls are in the lower underground hierarchy.

Not a challenge.

It seems that Sid is talking with two people. A dirty blonde in slacks and tie and a black dame with an afro wearing a double-breasted blazer and pants. She seems to be giving them orders. But what kind?

Now where is his target? He should be here somewhere. He wades through the club as patrons are busy with themselves. He goes to the bar and orders some water to which the bartender gives him a glass of water with no questions asked.

He looks to the crowd, but he can't seem to find Matt anywhere. Although..he did see Matt's associate. A pale woman wearing black glasses and has white pinkish hair. What is she called? Sid?

Aren't they meeting the owners first?

"Oh! Look who it is!"

Ryunosuke sat still as he heard that familiar voice. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Ryunosuke! I didn't know you were here!" It's Matt as he smiles at him. Why now?! No. Calm down. This is fine. Act like a patron.

"I could say the same," Ryunosuke said. Matt laughs. "Hahaha! I didn't know you were into this scene."

"Yes. I'm just... trying a different place." Ryunosuke answered to which Matt nods. "Good to know you picked a good place! This place has a lot of drinks to choose from." He said before telling a bartender that he would like an Apple Pie Moonshine. "And their moonshines are pretty good! One of the owners here knows how to make em and teaches the guys behind the counter how to make it!" Matt said.

"Is that so?" Ryunosuke said. "I was thinking of trying it but...."

"You're not sure if you're going to like it." Matt finished his sentence.

"That." Ryunosuke nods. This man knows what he's going to say. Is he really that predictable?

"Alright then....hmmm...how about this. You might like this one. Bartender..get him a Chocolate Moonshine, would ya?" He asked.

Chocolate? What am I? A child?! Ryunosuke made a face to which Matt chuckled. "Trust me, you will love it. The booze tastes like chocolate milk!"

"See?"

"Hmph. I have to see it for myself."

"You mean taste?" Matt corrected him to which Ryunosuke scoffs. After getting their drinks, Ryunosuke got him and took a sip. He widens his eyes slightly. It does taste like chocolate. But it tastes like dark chocolate. It's really creamy and nice.

"I must admit it's quite refreshing." Ryunosuke conceded to which Matt laughs. "Anyway...are you here for the party or what?"

"Waiting for friends. And they're late." Ryunosuke said. That's a lie.

"Is that right? Sorry about that. Hmmm...must be the traffic." Matt noted. Then he blinks, "Hey! How about you hang out with me again! I like having you around. But...I got some business with the owners first. Business boring stuff."

"I don't mind." Ryunosuke shrugging but hoping for Matt to take the bait.

"Really? You sure?"

"Of course. I am still waiting for my friends but of course...they are busy with work. Overtime..." It wasn't a lie but he won't tell Matt what his associates do for a living.

Matt smiles, "Okay then! After the meeting, I can make it up to you! How about it."

"Of course." Ryunosuke gives him a small smile. This is good. This man is giving him access to the meeting and he doesn't need to do all the work. He never thought Killer Night would be this gullible.

---- At the meeting ----

Within the private lounge, Matt and Sid are talking with the owners as they explain their troubles to them. Two owners, twin brothers; Anton and Andrei. They were discussing The workers from Eastern Europe are going missing in the streets and the cause of this. The workers were brought in for work as waitresses, singers, dancers, and other things.

Matt nods at this.

"We don't get any idea who's behind it!" Said Anton, the older brother by a minuter early than his young brother, Andrei.

"We believe it's a serial killer." Said Sid.

"We are thinking that but the men of those girls think it's the other gangs so they try to get back at them. " Said Anton.

"Yeah! The coppers aren't going to investigate the girls are from Eastern Europe and they don't care!" Said Andrei.

"Why? Do they have proof?" Sid asked. The owners shakes his head.

And where was Ryunosuke is? Sitting in the lounge but in another sofa with a few worker girls around this man named Jason who is enjoying their company. This wild man is almost wolfish as he teases the girls with nips and nibbles at their necks, making them giggle at his advances. Ryunosuke wishes he could roll his eyes so hard at this. But he is focused on listening to the conversation.

So the owners were worried about their missing girls. The owners believe that they're pointing the finger at other gangs or some serial killer.

"And what gangs do you expect, messing with your business?" Sid asked. The two owners look at each other and look at Sid and Matt before answering in unison, "Port Mafia."

"Port Mafia?" Matt questioned.

"Yes! These guys are really a big part of the underworld. They can do whatever they want and nobody stops them." Said Andrei.

"Why the girls though?" Matt asked.

"Because they're fine in taking people even by force and sending them all over the world as part of business. Putting them to work and taking away their papers to put them into work as slaves. The Mafia is really brutal. I mean no gang would have so many bodies left behind down at the piers." Anton replied.

Ryunosuke grits his teeth while he sips his champagne. There were no orders given of that. Their members were being attacked too.

"If I may ask...what is their main revenue?" Sid said.

"Gambling." Anton answers.

"Ah...that makes sense." Matt exhales, "If you're in so much debt when gambling, you have to pay it off so you have to put into work to pay off that debt. Easy business."

"It's exactly as you said, sir." Said Anton. Indeed. Ryunosuke thought. Port Mafia's top revenue is gambling as it is so easy to fool the weak into trying to win only for them to fall into debt.

"And now they're probably into selling humans and probably organs." Andrei added.

"Mostly like relating to their gambling debts," Sid said.

"But the girls don't have debts, do they?" Matt asked. The owners shake their heads, "No. We do provide the Port Mafia with girls to work at their dens as part of the business but..."

"But?" Matt raised a brow.

"None of them came back a few months when they go there so we stopped."

That's why. Ryunosuke thought. Someone is putting the blame on Port Mafia for missing girls.

"What about the male workers?"

"They are hired as bodyguards and escorts of the girls to different bars, dens, and other places. We tried to find them but they too gone missing."

This is concerning.

"Well....if you ask me...it's too easy to put the blame on these guys, isn't it? The Port Mafia? It's probably some gang who has a problem with Port Mafia or just some killer going around to kill girls like Jack the Ripper." Matt said.

That's one way to look at it. Ryunosuke thought.

"So is there any gang that has problems with Port Mafia?" Matt asked.

The owners begin to think and answer at the same time. "The Thunder Triad. A group led by the Chinese and they are fighting over shipping rights with the Port Mafia."

"Do they think they're behind this?"

"That or....Jaguar Cartel." They said. "Those guys are trying to do that by bringing in some opium and coke. They're from this place called Mexico."

"Eh..bro! What about that other group! Asani Company." Andrei asked.

"Ha! Those guys are busy making moonshines and all. No way, they would be messing with Port Mafia. They're on good terms with each other. They need them more for their business!" Anton said.

"Anansi Company?" He asked.

"A group of black folk...at first...we are scared of them but they do good business. Really good at making oil and other stuff including alcohol. Fighting with those Italian folks; Fiore Family. Fiore always fights with those Irish folk; The Badgers." Said Andrei.

"So many groups~" Matt voiced.

And those groups sometimes have a grudge against Port Mafia except for Anansi Company. He heard from the boss that they do pretty good business and help increase the sale of alcohol and other banned things.

"What kind of people are in Port Mafia?"

"Heard they're from Asia or Europe but anyone can join. Most people who deflect from the groups we mentioned go join them. Sometimes...disbanded groups go there."

Half-true. Ryunosuke thought.

"Hold on. Do they have women in their groups?" Sid asked. Anton nods, "Yeah. They are also gone. They have their guys patrolling their streets. The coppers are doing somethin...but nothin"

Shit.

"Are they also thinking if Port Mafia is behind this?"

"Eeeehh.....yes and no. Some groups have an alliance with Port Mafia like Anansi and Fiore for example and some don't like them like the Triad, respecting the lines in the district. Most are like Switzerland...Jaguars and Badgers."

"The Badgers didn't get their girls taken because they patrolled the district after hearing the girls from the district Fiore Family were going missing. No news from other gangs."

Matt and Sid look to be thinking about this until Andrei ask them a stupid.

"Matt sir. Is it true you're the one who kill those guys back at that party?"

Damn fool.

"Moron! Don't ask him that!" Anton asked. "Sorry! My stupid brother doesn't know what's going on..."

"Eh it's fine. And yeah...I kill them."

"EH?!" The owners look at them. "B-but why?"

"Oh well....they claimed to be the strongest and want to mess with me and Sid here so I kill them to see if they are strongest." Matt smiled.

The owners were disturbed by how casually Matt answered. Ryunosuke finds this amusing.

"Do you even know who these guys work for???" Andrie asked.

"Which one?"

"The Fiore Family!" Said the brothers.

"If they got a problem...then we can settle it," Matt said. Ryunosuke almost wants to sigh. Does this man not care about the situation he caused?! He doesn't seem that concerned. How foolish.

"Anyway....we got what we needed. We just need to find a pattern of all this and see what we can do. Thanks for telling us what we need to know."

"O-of course, sir! Thank you for coming!" The owners said.

"Good. Now get back onto the floor, I don't want to take your guys' time away from the work! We have the girls being monitored and being escorted by my guys."

"S-sure thing!" The owners leave the room right away. "Sid, give the details to Pete and Shrika." Said Matt. Sid nods. "Of course." Sid leaves the room in search of the two teammates. "Hey, Jason! If you're going to do it, do it somewhere else. Take it to a different room!" Matt said.

"Ha!? Fine, fine! Sure! Come on, ladies! I will show you a good time!" Jason laughed, escorting the two ladies in his arms out of the room. Leaving Matt and Ryunosuke by himself.

Matt sighs as he joins Ryunosuke next to him. "Sorry about that! It went too long as I expected."

"No worries. I was thinking about my friends right now." Ryunosuke sighed. "And how the girls are all over that man."

"Hahahaha! Jason is known for getting ladies at his side. He's what you call a ladies' man."

"Of course..." The girls were trying to entertain him but Ryunosuke didn't reciprocate their advances so he gets refills from the girls by pouring champagne into his glass.

"Anyway...I must be going and check to see if my friends are here or not." Ryunosuke said he got what he needed so he needs to report back. However....Matt wraps his arm around his arm.

"?"

"How about you hang with me for a bit. I really miss you!" Matt said with a smile. Ryunosuke looks at him. "Is that so?" He muses.

------ Few minutes later -----

"Aaaah~"

Again. How did this happened again?!

The hellhound is bend over the lounge couch with Matt over him, slamming his hips down making him moan.

"You okay, Ryu?"

Ryu?! Did he gave him a pet name?!

"Hnnngnn...I"

"You been getting tight down there. Did you really like that much?" Matt whispers at his ear giving him the goosebumps.

How can he ask him that question?! The only thing he can said in response is..."We're going to get caught. What if someone comes in and sees us???" Ryunosuke cried, making the killer chuckle. "We will be fine. This is a private room for us inside this club. So nobody would barge in here without permission unless they're a copper. But those bulldogs won't be coming here."

"Mfmmm..." Ryunosuke bite down on the fabric of the sofa to muffle the moans coming out of his mouth.

"And don't worry about letting your sounds out. This lounge club has loud music, so nobody would hear us."

That's not what I am worried about!! Ryunosuke thought.

"B-but...."

"Hehe. The only thing you need to worry about..." Then Ryunosuke receives a powerful thrust hitting. At that exact spot precisely making him cry out. "Is here!" Matt grins as Ryunosuke is panting and moaning with his tongue out. The hellhound lays his head against the couch while Matt keeps snapping his hips towards him. Ryunosuke can hear the loud music behind the closed door. It's muffled but he can hear the slapping sound of skin contact between him and Matt.

Damnit. This is...

Why? Why does it feel so good??

"Ah..ah...ah!" Ryunosuke utters the sounds from his mouth while Matt grunts behind him. Matt presses his chest against his back as Ryunosuke hides his face in his arms. They were half-clothed as Matt unbuttoned his dress shirt and took off his pants. The assassin had his pants off down to his ankles.

Matt growls as he keeps on going before giving a final snap of his hips, climaxing inside him. The hellhound moaned softly as he felt the warm load inside him.

What is with this damn.....monster?

He felt Matt pull out slowly and he was turned around. He twitched as if his hole missed that hard warm girth.

"Sorry...Ryu..I don't think I am done yet."

He must be joking..what is up with his stamina?! What would he be like if he fought him right here?! Would he stand a chance-Ack!

Ryunosuke coughs. He keeps on coughing harshly making Matt blink and stop.

"Ryunosuke. You okay?" Matt asked as the other covered his mouth with his palm.

"Ah...yes...I am..." He lowers his palm. Ah, here it is. The blood on his palm. The symbol of affliction. A nasty one. He looks at his expression. He wonders. Would it be disgust? Anger. horror. Annoyance?

"Huh? Ryunosuke. Hey, hey, hey. You okay? Are you sick?" Matt looked worried. Not disgust, no anger not shock or horror.

"This is fine." Ryunosuke scoffed. "I'm used to it."

"Used to it. So you have been sick this whole time? Why didn't you say anything? I could have got you to a doctor."

He didn't answer because it didn't matter. It's the when. He doesn't know. He already received some treatment to prolong his life from the boss. He doesn't know how long.

"There is no cure-all so it doesn't matter. I won't let this get in the way. Sorry for ruining the mood." Ryunosuke said. So what is Killer Night going to do? After saying it, what would his response be? He should get angry, shouldn't he? Doing this with a sick person.

"No. You don't gotta apologize." Matt goes to take his hand that has the blood on it. "We can stop if you want."

Wait. What? What is this? Pity? Is he pitying me?

"Still....you should have told me but I kinda understand," Matt said.

Then he felt a lick on his hand making the hellhound widen his eyes. Matt continues to lick the blood from his palm. "You won't let this stop you, do you?" Matt looks up to Ryunosuke with his red eyes making Ryunosuke look away. "I won't." He confirmed.

"Good." Matt goes to shift their positions as he has Ryunosuke sit on his lap and his back on his chest. He felt his waist being held by his hand while the other is teasing his body. The assassin can feel his breath on his neck. "Hrm...." Ryunosuke's cheeks flush a little. Then he felt the gangster stroke his length making him pant.

"Just relax against me. I will take care of you." He said gently, resting his chin on Ryunosuke's head. Ryunosuke bit his bottom lip. He closes his eyes and remains relaxed. Or at least tries to. It's hard to when he felt his pecs being massaged, his nipples being pinched and his length being stroked. He is lightly panting.

Damn it. When did he become this sensitive? Why is he feeling so wet down there? If he keeps going, he would be growing weak in his knees. And...he couldn't get his mission complete. He needs to do something. Soon, he came again as he saw his own fluids on Matt's hand.

"Not so bad, huh?" Matt asked, nibbling on his ear.

"Grrr..." Ryunosuke growls making Matt blink, "Damn you....stop pitying me...." Ryunosuke gritted his teeth.

"Huh?" Matt replied, pausing his actions when Ryunosuke looks at him angrily, "Do not pity me! If you're going to do it, do it! No need to hold back, you damn beast!" He shouted at Matt then bites his hand down, drawing some blood.

He will be damned. He won't allow this! He won't allow this treatment to go on.

Then the beast's lips curled into a smile, "Heh." Matt seeing this.

What? What is he smiling for? Right away, Ryunosuke got lifted when Matt got up from his seat. "?!" He widen his eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Matt smiles as he holds him up, hooking his legs with his arms, as their chests press against each other "I didn't mean to treat you like the fragile doll you are." He said when Ryunosuke felt something hard prodding down below. He twitched feeling the hard girth of the beast's length.

What? What? What is this?

His body became heated at the feeling right now.

Then Ryunosuke gasped when Matt slammed him down onto his hard length. He grasps onto his dress shirt with his pale hands. "Just hold tight...I won't hold back." He whispered. Ryunosuke gasps and moans, burying his face into Matt's shoulder while he is being held, being bounced on his cock.

D-damn him...ah...ha...mmhmng...why is he so good at this?!

Then he felt something hit his back. A wall.

"Ah?!" Ryunosuke moaned as he is being pounded against the wall.

"Ha...Ryu...I never thought someone would demand things and bit my hand like that. It makes you really cute." Matt said. "So I will make sure you will get what you wanted~"

The hellhound receives an ongoing rough pounding from the Killer Night making him cry and pant. He let out tears of pleasure while holding onto Matt for dear life.

"Ha...ha....ah...oh....nugh...mmfma..ah!" Ryunoukse utters out erotic sounds for Matt to hear, encouraging him to go faster and harder, hitting his sweet spot precisely. "F-fuck!" Ryunosuke cried.

"Fuck..." Matt growled. So tight and so hot. Matt wouldn't want to stop his hips from moving. He is so good. "It's good, right? You can't get enough of it, right?" He lets go of one of Ryunosuke's legs as he is holding one leg up, continuing his hard pounding. He can feel Ryu's thighs feeling slick from the wetness. "I can feel how wet you are. It's good, right?" He goes to nibble on his neck, nipping at his skin.

"S-shut up and just...fuck me." Ryunosuke growled, cheeks flushed red before letting out another cry. Matt laughs, "Ha! So cute! Alright...I will shut up and fuck you non-stop till you fain." Matt obliges and continues, going deep inside of him. The slapping of skin is heard inside and the music is still ongoing outside. Nobody would hear the intercourse between the hellhound and the dark angel.

"F-fuck....r-right there." Ryunosuke is losing his mind. He can't take it. If this continues, he will cum again. He throws his head back against the wall, letting out more moans. He goes to wrap his free leg around Matt's waist, keeping him close. His mind shifted from his objective to pleasure.

"M-m-more!" Ryunosuke said.

"Ha..ha..." Matt growled as he grasped the hellhound's waist tightly making sure to hit the right bundle of nerves and giving what he wants. He goes to kiss Ryunouske on the lips, claiming dominance of his mouth before they get closer to climax.

Soon, they cum together. Ryunosuke cum between their chests and Matt fills him up with his warm load.

"Ha...ha...ha..." Ryunosuke panted as he drooled against Matt's shoulder before closing his eyes. He heard a whisper from the dark angel.

"Sleep well...my little Ryu.~" He said before Ryunosuke passes out.

-----

[nefkyo]

It's 2 in the morning and I'm thinking. <- That means I'm about to write about them

(what, you thought I could only write about ONE couple of "friend-rivals" where one is British, one is American and one has wings and one doesn't AND THEY PLAY MINECRAFT? You thought wrong.)

It all happened so fast. Scar was getting back from a very successful fishing trip - for Jellie's lunch, at least: he didn't find a single book! - and ran into Grian, who looked in a real hurry. He asked him what was going on and instead was rushed to hide into the bushes nearby.

"Don't move." Grian shushes him, trying to squint behind the foliage. He can't even shift in place without crunching the sticks and leaves beneath his feet, so Scar just tries his best to as stay as still as possible while his stomach can feel Grian's heart racing. He hears the same thing he does: Bdubs LOUDY leading a mob of Hermitcrafters - despite clearly not knowing where he's headed - in his search. "GET ME THAT CHICKEN!" he shouts, to which nobody in the party directly responds, but they all seem to agree on wanting to get their hands on him. Scar waits patiently until the last person has gone by, while also admiring the way the light shines through the leaves and frames the features of his... Kidnapper? He'd probably say that if he didn't have his hand on his mouth.

They stand by for an extra 10 seconds before Grian lets Scar's face go with a sigh. "Well, this is going to be a pain to solve." Grian says, scratching at his head as he looks out. "What'd you do this time?" Scar asks with a sly smile. "Nothing!" He scoffs in response "I set up some traps around my base and they triggered them. No big deal."

Scar recognizes the way he folds his arms as a half-lie more than a half-truth. "'No big deal'?" he pries, squeezing at his sides to make him look up. "It uhm, it-it backfired. Just a little bit." Grian spills, pinching his index and his thumb together. "Grian, I just saw an entire search party armed and ready to roast you on a spit!" Scar points out with more curiosity than actual alarm, shaking Grian gently in the process. "Well, ok-- I had to test if they worked, so I started advertising a fake shop in my front yard." "Uh-huh..." "I was hoping it would make a few people come over, instead a lot of people did... And the traps worked so well Iskall lost all his stuff in a hole... Then Etho.... Then Bdubs..." "Grian!" Scar exclaims "You blew all their stuff up??" "I predicted one or two people would've gone flying, but I thought they'd have sturdier armor!" "I don't know if I'm more upset from you not stealing all their stuff and trying to resell it or by the fact I absolutely would've done that in your place." "Scar!" "What??"

They burst out laughing at that, Grian covering his own mouth and nudging Scar to do the same. "Scar, I'm in so much trouble, shut up!" he tries to add in between the giggles. "You are evil, just a villain I tell you!" Scar shakes his head in faux disappointment, when really he's thinking of how he missed the whole thing to go fishing.

The back and forth soon starts as they keep standing there, sort-of-hugging-but-not-really in the bushes. "Well, now you're an accomplice!" Grian says sort of proudly, to which Scar snaps "Oh no, I am NOT your accomplice, I have my Jellie to go back home to! Also, as far as I know you are kidnapping me. I am just another victim." "I just moved you out of the path of the mob!" "I was out walking, minding my own business, and then you dragged me into the bushes with you! This is a kidnapping!" "Scar, you are literally holding me! I can't kidnap you if you're the buffer one!" "Y'know what, I don't care anyway, I don't want anything to do with you and this mess!"

"Fine, I'll be off then." Grian sighs with a smile. Scar looks back at him in time to have a soft pair of lips meet his quickly, then flutter away. "I'll be seeing you when I've got this all under control, yeah?" The shorter one mutters after he untangles from his arms. Scar is too stunned to do anything more than just nod and watch him run out of the bushes and take off into the opposite direction. He wishes he could stay. They both do. "GOOD LUCK!" he manages to put together, receiving just a wave as a response.

(there's just inches in between us i want you to give in, i want you to give in)

[lina-lovebug]

Challenge Accepted, p3

Final Part

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

(Y/N) graduates soon and still insists she cannot get involved with Jake Seresin. Turns out this mission is life or death, and it all depends on Jake if he wants to pursue his heart or let her go.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dirty talking, praise kink, oral (f receiving)

"Hey, uhm. . .I'm sorry about earlier, (Y/N). He's our teacher for this mission and it seemed like you were uncomfortable, so I just thought I had to say something."

Yeah, I was the uncomfortable one, (Y/N) thought as she rolled her eyes.

"Shouldn't you be asleep now, Hangman?" Despite the gentleness of your voice, there was a slight overtone of annoyance and he didn't like that.

Also, you said Hangman.

Not Jake.

"Maybe. . .I just wanted to hear your voice one last time before we get sent off."

Right. That's the entire reason why he's here.

Why he doesn't get involved emotionally.

And why he craved you every second of the day. Jake was scared that he was falling for you because you didn't seem to be falling for him. You had goals, aspirations, and you were the kind of girl who wouldn't put any of that on hold for a man.

Not unless he was serious about you.

And he knows that's what you want. It's what you need. It's what Jake thought about, coming home to you after a long day and kissing you because he hasn't seen nor heard that pretty voice of yours and only wants to hear his name on your mouth all night long.

But is that what you wanted?

"Just how serious is it? I know it's probably classified, but-"

"I might not come back alive."

That hit you. You couldn't admit to yourself that you were falling for a man who wasn't ready to be emotionally available, but what you could say was how much that made you hurt.

"It's that serious?"

"No pilot has ever done it before. Not even the man training us."

"Oh. . ."

What does someone even say to that?

"(Y/N), I just. . .I want you to know that I. . ."

"Yes. . .Jake. . .?" You urged on, your heart racing.

"That I'm so appreciative of you showing up in my life. You're the biggest ball of sunshine in this shitshow, and everytime I think of you, I know that I have the greatest friend to come back to."

Friend.

That confirmed it for you.

"And I have the goofiest, weirdest, and second cutest pilot to see," You smiled.

"Second? I'm pretty sure I'm the cutest pilot you'll ever lay your eyes on," Jake was positive that someone like Rooster could make you happy. He's a great pilot, he's kind and would treat you right.

Jake wasn't sure if he could give you a life that you deserved.

And he knew this because he loved you.

"Scratch that, Rooster can take my place as cutest."

"And why is that?"

"Gorgeous, I'm the hottest pilot you'll ever see."

"I suppose so," You giggled, laying down OK your bed and you let the comforting silence drift between you two.

"(Y/N), I have to ask. . .why do you turn down every pilot that looks at you like they'd end the world to protect you?" He knew that because Phoenix said that's how he looked the night those two assholes were making you uncomfortable.

"You don't need to give me an answer if you don't want to. Just curious, darlin'."

"My dad. . .he was a Marine. My mom fell for his charming looks, his way with words, and they hooked up a few times. She thought they were together, and told him that she was pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. He said I wasn't his and refused to stay with her. It took a military mandated paternity test for him to even look at her, and give her the minimum amount of anything. Even when I was older, he said he wanted nothing to do with me and I was an accident that she should've killed. I was ten when he told me that," You confessed, "so everytime I'd see a uniform, I would hate it. I'd think about just how many women and men trust their spouses overseas and how much trust they can break within a second."

Jake was seething. You were a kid and your own father told you that you shouldn't exist. It scarred you and you had every right to keep your distance from men like him.

"Is that why you don't want me?"

Your breath caught in your throat.

". . .Jake?" You asked, your voice almost a whisper.

"I know I flirt, and have a reputation for having a new girl every night. Did I remind you of him?"

"Oh my god, Jake, no. You are nothing like that scumbag," To even compare Jake to that asshole was a crime in itself.

"You've protected me, you've been there like no other, and you. . .you scared me with this mission. Even if I can push past everything, in the back of my mind, all I'll be able to think about is if another pretty girl catches your eye-"

"But there is no other girl!" You flinched from the sound of frustration and desperation for you from the phone.

"I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Every night and every morning, I just think about what I'm going to do to make you smile when I see you. How am I going to make sure that this woman knows that she's the only one I have eyes for. And that fucking scares me, (Y/N). You have a life that you formed before me - a beautiful life where you have ambition and goals and I've never been a part of it. And even if you decided to say yes and stay, I would hate myself for the rest of my life because I kept you from your dreams. I made you stay. I made you wait for me to come home and not know if I'm dead or alive. Even though I know that I'm never going to feel the way about another girl the way I feel about you, you deserve more than me."

Your eyes teared up. You didn't think that Hangman would say such stunning words that made your heart race, or if you thought that all of those moments were just ways for him to get into your pants.

And he felt like he didn't deserve you.

"Jake, I love you. . .it goes against everything I said, all of my boundaries, but I know that I do. You think you don't deserve me? I look at you and think that everyday. You graduated at the top one percent! That means something! You've earned your place, and you fought for it and yet you think you can't possibly earn the heart of a lonely college student?"

"I. . .I can't do that to you-"

"Yes, you can! Be selfish and take the love that you want," You pleaded, some tears making their way down your cheeks as he chuckled.

"I've been selfish long enough, sunshine. I leave tomorrow, and after that, you'll never see me again."

"Jake Seresin, don't you dare do this to me. Don't you dare deny yourself and I the love we deserve," You held onto your phone like it was going to run off.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

"Jake-!"

The call ended and you held your hand to your mouth as sobs escaped you. He loved you. Jake Seresin fell in love but never felt good enough for a life of true love. He was a pilot, he couldn't settle down and drag someone along for the ride of 'will I die today?'.

/ / /

"You fucking dick!"

Hangman turned around to see Phoenix coming at him at full force. Before he could even ask, he was met with a punch to the face.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What's going on?!" Everyone gathered around as he cradled his cheek in one hand and a bag in the other.

"I told you not do it! And you did it! You broke her fucking heart!" Phoenix shouted at him as Bob held her back.

"(Y/N)? What did you do?" Rooster demanded, his voice suddenly going serious. They just had survived this mission and now he has to survive his comrades.

"I told her I'm not coming back. She doesn't need me," Jake insisted.

"Bullshit! She loves you!" The air in the room stilled.

"I know, and that's why I can't go back. She's going to go to New York and become a Clinical Psychologist, and she's going to do it without a husband who could die any day of the week."

"New York was a lie!" Phoenix confessed.

"What are you saying?" Jake questioned, stepping forward.

"She told you that before all of this - before she fell in love with you to keep you away. She applied at an office here a week ago and got the job, they'll take her right after she graduates. But she was too scared to tell you because she doesn't want you to let her down," Bob let Phoenix go, feeling like she wouldn't sock him in the face again.

"Seresin, do not play her and leave her high and dry. Don't do what you always do."

"I'd never hurt her," He said.

"Then go. She's waiting and she doesn't know whether Jake Seresin survived or not. But I swear to God, if you hurt her, I'll make everyday a living Hell for you," Phoenix threatened, staring him down but all she could see was a sight that not even God could've predicted.

Hangman in love.

"I'm sure of it. Now I need to get my girl," Jake started running off base, and Phoenix stared in confusion.

"You don't have her address!"

"Send it to me!"

You had fallen asleep crying. You were terrified about his fate and just how dangerous this mission is. When you woke up, you told Phoenix everything but none of her calls were going through, so the only indication you got that she read it was the 'read' on your messages.

No one had contacted you since then. With a sigh, you pulled yourself together and realized that it was almost 2pm. Then again, you did spend the last few days barely sleeping because of your own feelings so this felt like it was much needed.

"I need food-" You stopped at your door once you heard the front door open. Was someone breaking in? Who? Why?

"(Y/N)?! Please don't tell me you've already left," Jake feared that you didn't even want to be in San Diego anymore and left. He did break your heart last night and wouldn't blame you for it, but all you could do was stand there as his boots got closer and closer to your bedroom.

"Jake?" You swung the door open, fearing it was too good to be true but he was right there. His brilliant eyes, tall build, his handsome face and the way he immediately stopped just to admire you.

He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the weight of the world lifted off of his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a sniffle.

"I thought I lost you," Great, I'm crying again, you thought.

"You could never lose me," He said into your hair before pulling back and holding your face in his hands, wiping away the fresh tears.

"I'm so sorry. I thought that you would be better off because of New York, but Phoenix said you got a job here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was so soon. I planned on them saying no but the second I got the call, all I could think about was you. That's when I knew that I loved you but you're a ladies man. I felt like if I said anything, you'd tell me that you didn't feel the same and I did it all for nothing. But you said you love me, and the only thing I could think about was always being with you," You confessed.

"Even if it means-"

"No more talking," You grabbed him by his chest and pulled him in. The second his lips met yours, he melted into you. Your taste on him made him feel drunk and all he wanted to drink was you. His hands went on your hips and pulled you closer as your hands reached into his hair.

"All I want is you. Always," He whispered against your lips, his hand traveling down to your ass and holding you against him.

Just because he was in love doesn't mean his mind was any less perverted.

"Then take me, Jake."

He wasted no time and his lips were right on yours again, but this was different. It wasn't a kiss of desperation because you were both terrified of losing eachother. It was a different kind of neediness as his hands went to your ass and lifted you up, your back against the wall as his tongue ventured into your mouth.

You could already feel the heat in your core building, but a surprise moan fell from your mouth as you felt him.

"Jake-"

"Are you sure you still want this?" You were shocked as you looked at him. This wasn't the cocky pilot you met at the Hard Deck, this was a man so desperate to be close to you that he became needy. His eyes darkened as he looked at you, concentrated on your lips like he was addicted

"Make love to me, Jake. Please," You whimpered, your legs around his hips and you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up.

"Yes, ma'am," He placed you on the bed while doing open mouth kisses down your neck, leaving you sighing in bliss before he started to suckle gently on the skin. While his lips worked on your neck, his other hand removed your pajama bottoms and started tracing you outside of your panties.

"Jake, please. . ."

"Use your words. Please what?" He taunted in your ear before his thumb slowly circled your clit outside of your soaking underwear.

"I need you-oh!" Your back arched as his hand made its way in and he stuck in two fingers inside of you, going agonizingly slow. His fingers curled inside of you, and he stared up at you as he lowered himself off of the bed.

Your hands gripped your bed cover, trying to find anything to hold onto as the pressure began to build. Not being intimate except with only one serious partner made you feel like you were about to snap if he kept going and you'd be embarrassed.

"You want to cum on my fingers, baby?"

"Fuck yes. Jake, I-" A gasp of delight and pleasure escaped you and you could feel his grin as he stared up at you, his tongue working wonders on you.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," He purred, watching you squirm as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. Just watching you moan and beg him for more made him hard, his dick straining against his pants.

Your heavy breathing turned erratic as he kept his pace, his tongue setting you ablaze,

"Jake, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it. Be a good girl and cum for me," God, his voice alone and his continued lapping of your pussy could have sent you over the edge. With one look down at him, his half lidded gaze and watching as he wanted nothing more than to please you, sent you over the edge.

Your legs twitched beneath him and he let you ride out your high, keeping one leg down as he lapped up what you oh so graciously gave him.

"How'd I make you feel?" He asked as he came up to you and kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"So good, Jake," You breathed out, still catching your breath and he smirked.

"I want to," Your hand went down to his pants, seeing his bulge and you wanted nothing more than to please him. To know what kind of noises he made - how he would look.

"Today's all about you, baby," He removed your fingers from his zipper.

"Then start undressing," You told him.

"Needy, aren't we?" He chuckled, quickly throwing his shirt off and working on his pants.

"Only for you," You sat up, beginning by giving him passion filled kiss before going down his neck and replacing his hands with your own, slowly removing his pants.

Jake groaned as you went from gentle kisses to sucking, sure to leave marks on his neck that would show the world that Jake Seresin was a taken man. He let out a breathy moan as your hand removed his boxers and you started stroking his cock, his head slightly falling back.

"Shit, (Y/N)," He cursed as you rubbed your thumb around the tip, and kissed him. His groans filled your mouth as his hand went into your hair, struggling not to just burst from your touches alone.

"I only want to cum if it's in you," As much as he was enjoying this, he only wanted to be in you. Watch as your face contorts into pleasure and you scream out his name for the whole world to hear.

"Condom?"

He didn't even hesitate to grab one from his wallet and ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it onto himself before he had you lay down and teased you with the head of his cock.

"Please," You pleaded, already so hot and bothered after cumming only a few moments ago.

"Please what?" He taunted.

"I need you to fuck me."

He didn't hesitate and let his cock slip in slowly, but by God was it hard. You were dripping, and he was so used to just fucking and leaving but he wanted to savor this with you. He wanted to feel all of you and right now it was absolute Heaven. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you felt overwhelmed, but not in a bad way.

Because God he was huge.

You already felt so full and he wasn't even all the way inside. Your nails scratched at his back as you felt him go deeper. But you needed him to move faster.

"I said fuck me, Jake. We can go slow any other day," That's when he lost it. That loving gaze full of neediness and desperation for him, and he pulled himself out before slamming back in. You threw your head back onto the pillow, and let out a loud moan as he started going faster.

"Sh-shit, you feel so good around my cock," He groaned into your neck, biting down on an already forming hicky.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," You wrapped your legs around his hips, wanting to feel him deeper and closer. You felt so full and so good, completely fucked out but the orgasm started to build faster.

And as much as Jake prided himself on lasting long, just how wet you were and the lewd noises you were making was bringing him closer to the edge. Each time he plunged himself into you, he was so sure he could cum but the bliss wouldn't end.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, the feeling of completely ecstasy building and building.

"Jake, I'm gonna. . .I'm gonna cum soon," You confessed.

"Me too, baby," Jake wanted to look you in the eyes as he did it, and continued his pace as his green eyes met your own.

"Oh, fuck! Jake!"

"M-me too. . .oh fuck!"

He felt himself unload into the condom, so euphoric as he looked at your fucked out gaze and kissed you as you came, letting out a moan into his mouth. Your hand came up into his hair, caressing his scalp as he pulled away and still inside of you.

"I love you," He breathed out, completely and utterly in love with the brilliant woman beneath him.

"I love you more," You giggled.

"Pretty sure that's impossible," He grinned, staring down at you with the most lovesick gaze possible.

"Jake. . .round two in the shower?" You suggested, but before you could even do anything, he lifted you up. You yelped, him still being inside of you, and whimpered.

"Think you can make it to round three?"

Oh God, you thought, but didn't object because you had Jake and he had (Y/N).

And that's all he ever really needed.